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folkwhoredoll · 2 months

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yacht escapades - rafe cameron x fem!reader

pairing: rafe cameron x fem!reader

synopsis: sneaking away with your boyfriend leads to a salacious session under the moonlight

word count: 2k

warnings/tags: smut! (unprotected sex, f and m oral, fingering, brief cockwarming), sweet boyfriend!rafe

a/n: hi everyone! thank you so so much for everyone's support on my recent works. seeing all your hearts and reblogs always makes my day :3 i've always wanted to write a smutfic for rafe so here it is. i hope you'll like this one. happy reading!

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“Relax, baby. This is literally my family’s yacht. Technically, it’s mine too so don’t worry.” Rafe assured you for the hundredth time, rotating the helm of the boat to move farther away from the dock.

Your boyfriend has always been unpredictable, so when he slowly woke you up half an hour ago because he couldn’t sleep, you had no idea that you two would end up sneaking away his parents’ yacht at three in the morning. A part of you was nervous, knowing that Ward tends to get pissed over the littlest things that Rafe did. But another voice was lulling you to just enjoy the night breeze.

“I know, I know. But what if—” You blabbed.

“Stop, sweetheart. We won’t even go that far.”

You sighed, walking over behind Rafe to wrap your arms around his waist while he continued to maneuver the boat far enough to isolate the two of you from the island.

“See? Isn’t this nice?” He smiled proudly, holding your hand to take you to the couch, easily pulling you to his lap.

Your breathing was quiet, hands firm on top of Rafe’s wrapped arms on your waist. He was occasionally giving you some soft kisses on the forehead and cheeks when you broke the silence. “So how exactly is this going to help you sleep?”

“It probably won’t.” He answered bluntly.

You chuckled, watching over the soft ripples on the surface of the lake.

You were on the verge of falling asleep on Rafe’s lap when you felt one of his hands move from your waist to your right thigh, thumb softly rubbing the skin. You didn’t think much of it and let out a small yawn, but he moved his hand further up, making you roll your eyes.

“Hey.”

“What?” Rafe replied innocently, pressing a soft kiss on the side of your neck.

“I know what you’re doing.” You huffed. Sitting up straight but still not leaving his lap. “Did you just bring me here for sex?”

Rafe let out a fake gasp, but his eyes shone with mischief. “I have no idea what you’re talking about.”

“You know, we could’ve just done it in your bedroom.”

“Where’s the thrill in that?”

“So you admit! You just want sex.” You raised your brow.

“Well, yes and no. I really couldn’t sleep but now you just look so pretty and we’re all alone here.” He said, tugging the bottom of your shirt.

You groaned, not that you were annoyed with him. You’re annoyed with yourself for liking the idea. It is no secret that you and Rafe have always been sexually active, always trying out new things that one of you may be curious about. Your sex drive matches with his, and it is one of the things that you two love about each other. So the thought of giving yourself to your boyfriend in the middle of the night underneath the stars tempted you so much. And you shamelessly fell for it.

You looked down at his groin, already noticing the bulge through his khaki shorts despite the slight darkness. You pressed your hands against him and gave it a hard squeeze, surprising Rafe.

“Fuck, baby.” He gasped, hips raising upwards slightly.

“You want me, Rafey?” You whispered, giving him the most innocent look you can muster. But Rafe can see right through you, knowing that your question was all he needed as a signal to make a move.

Rafe didn’t answer. Instead, he grabbed the back of your neck and pulled your face towards him, kissing you roughly. His tongue glided over your lower lip, making you open your mouth to let him in. Without breaking contact, you fully turned your body to face his, grinding slightly while tangling your fingers in his hair.

He put both of his hands on your hips, heavy breaths occasionally leaving his lips but never breaking the kiss. It was you who pulled away first after a while, gasping for air but wasting no time unbuttoning his shorts.

“Eager, are we?” He smirked, lips red from kissing you.

“Shut up.” You replied, hurrying to pull out his huge manhood as you positioned yourself from his lap to kneel on the floor.

“Go ahead, baby. Suck my cock off like a good girl.” He cooed, stroking the top of your head.

You gave him a sweet smile before giving his tip a lick, making sure to never break eye contact. Rafe threw his head back, whispering a curse under his breath. You grinned at his reaction, ego growing higher as you wrapped your lips around his head.

Rafe almost thanked the sky above for your mouth. He has always been proud of having you. A smart, rich, and polite girl; a literal angel, as others have said. But they don’t know what kind of a freak you are behind those innocent dresses and wide eyes. None of them know except Rafe, and he intends to keep it that way.

You kept sucking him off, pushing yourself to take in as much as you can even as tears brimmed your eyes. You wrapped your slender fingers around the area that you couldn’t take, loving the way he tasted.

Rafe’s head was pulled backward, his chest rising and falling heavily while he muttered praises and curses. He was on the verge of his release when he suddenly put both of his hands on your shoulder.

“No, I want to cum in your pussy.” He panted, pulling you up by the arms. He gently pushed you against the couch so that you were now the one sitting. He stood up and hurriedly removed his clothes, your eyes in awe while watching him. “Like what you see, baby?”

You grinned, pulling your shirt upwards, and expertly removed the clasp of your bra. Rafe’s eyes were trained on your breasts as soon as you freed them, but he wasted no time removing your shorts and panties at the same time.

“Fuck. There’s my pretty pussy.” His eyes were steadily trained on your cunt as he leaned down at eye level. It was as if he was hypnotized as he brought one hand to your folds, gliding his forefinger up and down. He smirked when he noticed the thin sheer wetness in the middle.

“Rafey…” You whined.

“What is it, sweetheart?”

“Fuck me already.”

“You’re a bossy girl, aren’t you?” Rafe chuckled amusedly. “Patience, darling. ‘Gotta prepare you nicely first.”

He continued to tease you, never touching your clit or pushing a finger inside of you. With each moment that you grow irritated, the wetness of your womanhood increases. When Rafe sensed that you were about to curse him off, he suddenly inserted two fingers in, making you gasp.

“Shit.” You breathed, soft moans leaving your lips as he curled his fingers before pumping faster.

Rafe placed his thumb on your clit, making you squeal in both surprise and pleasure. You swore you almost saw stars when he did so, one hand reaching downwards in an attempt to grab onto the couch for support while the other reached for his wrist.

He ticked his tongue at the action, using his free hand to pull your hand away.

Rafe lowered his head until your legs were leveled with his face, inhaling your scent while still fingering you. He brought his lips closer until you could feel his breath near your folds, making you shiver.

“Rafe, please fuck me… fuck.” You pleaded.

“I will, darling. But I have to taste this pussy first.” Without warning, he removed his thumb from your clit, replacing it with his lips. You screamed at the contact, suddenly thankful that no one could hear you.

Rafe continued to play with your clit, tugging the small nub with his teeth while pushing his tongue inside you. You were almost crying from pleasure, the overwhelming feeling of your boyfriend’s mouth and fingers in the same area was almost too much.

You were loudly moaning his name, hips lifting on their own as you pushed yourself closer to Rafe’s mouth. Your boyfriend grinned against you, his pride increasing with the knowledge that only he can make you feel this way.

You almost screamed in frustration when Rafe abruptly pulled away, licking his lips to savor your juices. “Ready, baby?”

“Yes, Rafe, fuck me please.”

“Always so polite.” He snickered, loving the way that your eyes turned hazy from all the pleasure. “Who am I to turn down my baby’s request, hm?”

With a swift move, Rafe quickly positioned his cock to align with your cunt before pushing himself in with one go. You gasp at the intrusion, shock, and ecstasy filling your body. Having sex with Rafe so many times has made you familiar with his size, but you still weren’t prepared for the amount of stretching that your womanhood would have to make to accommodate him.

He wasted no time and began thrusting, slowly at first to let you adjust.

“Shit. Your cunt is hugging me perfectly.” He gasped, building up his tempo.

You were too speechless to reply, the only thing that you could do was moan and grab his chest. Rafe placed one hand on your hip, and the other grabbed both your wrists to pull your hands above your head.

Sweats, gasps, and whines were the only sounds heard. Rafe’s hips collided with yours with strength, making you scream out his name. He admired the beads of sweat on your forehead, your skin illuminated by the moonlight. He always believed that you were the prettiest girl on this planet. And seeing you at this moment, naked and dewy with your face twisted in enjoyment, he knew he was right.

“Come on, darling. Give it to me.” He praised, knowing that you were close with how tightly you were squeezing him.

You mumbled his name over and over again, legs shaking as you wrapped them around his hips to pull him closer. Rafe cursed after seeing your action, thrusting harder and faster to chase both of your highs.

You were a crying mess underneath him, pleasure surging through all parts of your body. You opened your eyes slightly, admiring Rafe’s face before feeling the pressure on your lower abdomen.

“Fuck, Rafe. I’m gonna cum.”

“Go ahead, sweet girl. Cum for me. I want to feel you around my cock.” He urged, never breaking the pattern of his thrusts.

You screamed after a few more pushes, your vision blurring slightly as you squirted around him. Rafe came after you, gasping as he felt his warm liquid mix with your own inside your pussy.

You two were panting against each other, Rafe still inside you as he caught his breath. “You alright?” He asked, pushing a strand of hair away from your face.

You couldn’t reply, still breathing heavily but nodded instead. Rafe started to slowly pull out of you, making you whine.

“No, Rafey. Stay.” You pouted.

He smiled sweetly, lifting you so that he could sit on the couch without separating from you.

The two of you lay there, soft breaths coming out of your mouths while Rafe hugged you against his chest as you keep him warm in your cunt.

“Tired, baby?” He asked you after a while, noticing your droopy eyes.

You nodded, feeling warm against his body despite being exposed to cool air.

“Get some rest. I’ll be here when you wake up.” Rafe whispered, kissing you softly on the forehead.

Before closing your eyes, you vowed to sneak out with his yacht more open.

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pumpkins-oupp · 1 year

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Surprise

Pairing: Jake kiszka x reader

Warnings: nothing

Word count: 1300

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Sometimes it was nice not knowing what was happening next, Jake whisking you off after rudely waking you right before the sun rose, orange falling over your skin. He had you showered and dressed in less than 30 minutes. It was just enough time to watch the sun rise over the mountains as Jake stuck something in the trunk of his car.

It was nice to sit in silence as you were still too sleepy to ask Jake even what his plan was. The dull hum of the car almost lulled you back to sleep as you leaned into the warm cardigan Jake dressed you in, a favorite you stole from him but he’d never ask for it back. He rubbed the back of your hand slowly with his thumb warming the rest of your body and your eyes fell shut, no longer trying to will yourself awake.

Time passed and you slowly woke to the guitar of zeppelin playing quietly through the speakers, you made eye contact with Jake when he heard your sleepy snores stop. He grinned, putting his eyes back on the road and turned up the radio just a little bit. The sun was higher and made you so warm in your cardigan you could tell you had been asleep for a few, since The cars clock read 9:14 am, Jake had been driving for nearly 2 hours.

“Babe, can I ask where we are headed?”

He grinned and slowly looked at you, eyes shining with excitement

“You can ask but I’m not going to tell”

You huffed and he grinned even wider and he reached for your hand pulled it into his lap and rubbed circles in it.

“It’s a surprise, just for you, I’ve missed you”

He fell silent, continuing to hold your hand as he drove on. The silence in the car was almost humid with the love radiating off of Jake, it was making your heart explode just thinking about what he’s planning. He was so thoughtful and heartfelt, even if it seemed like he wasn’t listening he always was.

You racked your brain thinking of anything you could’ve said to set Jake off on his lovey-dovey planning mood that he gets it every so often. Most of your conversations were over text recently because of tour but you had no idea where your phone was at this moment. Moments of thinking you had no idea where this was going and gave up just to look at Jake. It was nice to just stare at him as he drove, his eyes focused on the road ahead and you could tell he was chewing on the inside of his lip, a habit he does a lot when he doesn’t think you’re looking.

He caught you out of the corner of his eyes, you could tell he wanted to say something but didn’t. He stopped chewing on the inside of his lip and smirked a little. You always wondered what went on in his head when he was silent like this, was it silly thoughts of what he’s going to have for dinner or was he thinking heavily over something that plagued him? You wouldn’t know, it felt so intimate just to wonder what he was thinking, and to ask him felt too far so you allowed him to keep his thoughts to himself and drive silently. The lyrics of the Beatles hummed through the thick silence of the car until Jake decided to speak.

“I can tell you’re thinking a lot, if you think any harder your gonna blow up”

His remark was met with a groan and an eye roll, and you slapping his shoulder lightly due to his teasing. He laughed loudly at your sudden outburst and rubbed his arm in an exaggerated manner. The car slowed to a stop on the side of the road and Jake sat forward to fish something out of his pocket. He came up with a red bandanna waving it around in a show like manner and leaned toward you.

“I’m sorry but I’m gonna have to blind fold you until we get to where we’re going”

the only thing around was mountains on top of mountains but at further glance you could see the beginning of a driveway a few feet ahead. Everything went black as you sat back and allowed Jake to tie the bandana around your eyes. The car stopped humming as he shut it off and opened his door to come around to your side and lead your now blind self into whatever murder trap he’s bringing you to.

The door opened and you felt his hand grab your shoulder and eased your body out of the car dragged you until you felt the grass beneath your shoes. The walk was quick with Jake leading you to your destination as quickly as possible without you tripping over your own feet and the various rocks in the path. The air was heavy with the smell of pine trees and you could hear the rush of water from somewhere in the distance.

Jakes hands left your body cold and alone and you were standing in darkness without any idea where you are standing and what dangers lay head. Jake grabbed you quickly and you jumped at the sudden touch. He grabbed the blindfold and slowly took it off your eyes, the sun bright after being in the dark for sometime.

When your eyes finally adjusted you could a small cabin and right next to it was a picnic set up for just the two of you, full of all of your favorites the plaid blanket full of different cheeses and crackers and a few tiny desserts, a bottle of Champagne lay in a bucket half full of ice. Your eyes teared up at the gesture and you had to keep yourself from crying.

Jake snuck up behind you and gave you a huge bear hug, picking you up and swirling you around until you head started to spin. He put you down and kissed you hard on your lips, tangling his fingers in your clothes and hair. You could feel tears on your cheeks and he continues to pull you in as close as he could nearly squeezing all the air from your lungs. He released you and you were both breathing heavily. His huge gesture made you cry harder and he pulled you close.

“Wait, are you not happy”

Despite the tears you resisted the urge to punch him because who in their right mind would be upset over this? I nice cabin far away from home and people and responsibilities and picnic with all of your favorites on top of that. It was almost embarrassing, he’d been gone for so long on this long crazy rock and roll tour and he decided to get you a present. It was like you picked him out of a magazine.

“No I am happy baby, I just didn’t get you anything”

The sheepish second part of the sentence made Jake start laughing, grab you and start peppering kisses all over your face, neck and chest. God how he loved when you were this sweet.

“Oh know something you can get me “

His grinned turned as big as the Cheshire cats and his laugh grew louder as he added a wink on to the end of his sentence

“Oh my lord come on let’s eat”

You slapped his belly as he was catching his breath, dragging him over to the nice display of food in front of you, sitting down in two empty spots of the blanket as close as possible. He started preparing food for you and you could be any more happy to have the man sitting next to you out of everyone in the whole world.

Until he shoved an entire brownie in his mouth

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whimsicalworldofme · 2 years

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Saving Grace: Chapter Twenty-One

Steve is worried Nat is up to something shady and Grace decides to do a little something to distract him. (This is predominantly just straight up smut, but of the sweet variety? I don't really do agressive type smut with choking and dirty talk, etc. It is what it is *shrug* if you don't like smut or are under 18, look away)

Gentle hands pried the Kindle from Grace’s grasp, bringing her halfway out of her sleep, at least enough to remember she had fallen asleep while reading. She heard it being set down on her nightstand, then a few seconds later she felt the weight of Steve’s body drop to a seat on his side of the bed. She pulled in a deep breath through her nose and let out a little sigh.

“What time is it?” She asked.

“Go back to sleep,” Steve said gently as he laid down, kissing her cheek before nestling down and wrapping his arms around her, drawing her flush to his bare chest. He yawned and sighed deeply, contently, as he snuggled up to her, one hand finding hers and taking hold of it.

Grace knew the last time she had checked the clock it had been three in the morning. Late nights weren’t unusual for him, but they always left her worried.

“Are you ok?” She asked, wondering what kind of mission could’ve taken so long, if anything had gone wrong. He couldn’t talk specifics with her any more than she could discuss therapy patients with him, but she tried to get him to open up in general terms to at least decompress.

“Steve?” She knew he wasn’t asleep because he was rubbing his thumb along the back of her hand. When he didn’t answer still, she rolled over to face him, able to make out his crestfallen expression in the glow of the streetlamps filtering through the window.

“What’s wrong?” She cupped his face with her palm, looking him in the eye, though his gaze fell downward almost immediately.

“Nat’s keeping secrets from me,” he muttered.

“What do you mean?” Grace knew Nat to be a woman almost entirely comprised of secrets. How could he tell if anything is different?

“On this mission, I caught her doing something outside of our objective. She wouldn’t say why, only that she had different orders that she couldn’t tell me.” His brow furrowed as he frowned, eyes still downcast, focused on their hands still intertwined together. “We’ve been partners for two years. Why is she suddenly keeping secrets from me?”

When he looked up at her again, Grace could see the intense pain in his eyes. Scooting closer, she began to lightly brush her fingertips through his hair, pushing back from his temple, massaging his scalp, knowing it soothed him.

“Nat’s always had secrets,” she tried to reassure him. “And there is one fairly big one you’re keeping from her,” she joked, trying to lighten his mood. With a soft smile, Steve leaned forward and kissed her sweetly on the lips.

“This isn’t a dangerous secret to keep,” he replied. “But if she’s doing something in the field that I don’t know about, we could both get hurt, or worse.”

“Did you try talking to her about it after?” Grace’s heart broke, seeing how much this hurt him. Other than her, Nat was one person he considered a true friend. “I’m sure there’s a reasonable explanation.”

“She said to take it up with Fury,” he sighed again.

“Will you?” She continued to play with his hair, seeing his eyelids grow heavy as it lulled him to sleep.

“Tomorrow,” he said with a nod, his eyelids finally drifting shut. “After I sleep.”

Grace kissed him again, feeling him smile into her kiss, before nestling up to him, resting her head against his chest and shutting her eyes. She held him close, listening to the beat of his heart and the slowing rhythm of his breathing, waiting for him to fall asleep before she let herself drift off again. It was uncommon for Steve to sleep in, but when Grace finally came to the next morning, the sun had already been up for a few hours, there was traffic moving on the street below, and he was still wrapped around her, holding her tight, even in his sleep.

These are the moments, she thought, that I wouldn’t trade for anything. Waking up like this in the morning. Watching him cook dinner then washing the dishes together after. Holding hands in the grocery store. Little normal things. I can’t imagine this with anyone else.

She studied his face, his long brown eyelashes, the gentle bow of his lips, the definition of his cheeks. They were all things she loved about how he looked, things that hadn’t changed from the serum. Sometimes little insecurities he had from being so sickly and small as a kid, from being bullied and passed over, came to light and she had to help him work through it. When people recognized him out in public, it always made him shrink into himself, because if they’d crossed paths with pre-serum Steve, they wouldn’t have given him the time of day and he knew it. It made him worry that if anything were to happen to him, to change his physical appearance or ability, most people would abandon him. And that left him unsure of who he could trust, who actually cared about him, not just the image of Captain America, which is why beyond Grace and Nat, he pretty much kept to himself.

“I can tell when you’re staring at me,” Steve mumbled which made her jump a little in surprise. He opened one eye to look at her, groggy but sparking with mischief. “Not that I mind,” he yawned and shut his eyes again. “But I prefer waking up feeling your hands on my body, not just your eyes.”

“Oh, is that so?” Grace laughed.

“Have you heard any complaints yet?” He asked, smirking but nestling more comfortably into his pillows.

“All right, Captain Rogers.”

She pushed him onto his back and climbed on top of him, straddling his waist, which made his eyes fly open, grinning as he watched her, an unspoken challenge in his eyes that said “What are you going to do?” He may not want her to see him as Captain America, but he got very turned on when she called him Captain Rogers in bed and started giving him orders. He grabbed her hips, his fingertips digging into the softness there.

“Hm, hold on,” she slipped off him and he groaned, very visibly aroused. Grace stood beside the bed and leaned down to kiss him. “Be patient.”

“Torturer,” he huffed.

Heading to the closet, she found the hanger he kept his ties on and picked two simple black ones, ones that wouldn’t be hard to replace if they got damaged. Slipping them off the hanger, she slung them around her neck and sashayed her way back to the bed, watching him laugh at the exaggerated way she swung her hips.

“What are you up to?”

He eyed her suspiciously, though she was pretty sure he had an idea where this was headed. Climbing back on top of him she set about tying one of the ties around his left wrist and forcing his arm up to the headboard so she could tie the other end of the tie to the metal bars. As she leaned forward to tie it securely, he slipped his free hand along the back of her neck and pulled her down so he could kiss her hungrily on the lips.

“Uh uh,” she tsked after his lips brushed against hers once and pushed him back down into the pillows. “Wait,” she commanded.

He pouted but did as he was told. Grace tugged lightly on the tie, making sure he was sufficiently restrained before grabbing his other hand and repeating the process. Steve’s eyes stayed on her the entire time, bright and excited, all interest in sleep lost. Once she finished, she leaned down and whispered in his ear.

“Only I’m allowed to touch.”

The excitement turned to fire in his eyes and Grace knew this was more than he could’ve thought to ask for. She began kissing along his jawline as she straddled his waist, her hands combing through his hair, lightly scratching at his scalp. He tugged lightly at the restraints, clearly wanting to reciprocate, and she couldn’t help but smile. When he turned his head, trying to coax her to kiss him on the lips, she ignored him, moving to his neck.

“Should I leave a mark on you?” She asked, nipping lightly at his skin, just enough to graze, not enough to really hurt or leave any signs of what she’d done. “I think you’re owed a bit of revenge for every single hickey I’ve had to cover up when going back home.”

“None of those have been intentional,” he insisted. “Not the visible ones anyway,” he turned his head slightly to look at her, a wicked grin on his lips.

“Hmm.”

Grace considered it and trailed more kissed down his neck and along his shoulder, nipping every so often, then kissing and sucking to work against whatever minor pain she’d inflicted. Sliding down, she scratched her nails lightly down his chest, enough for him to feel it and maybe leave a mark, but not enough to actually hurt. Now straddling his hips, she began to circle her own, grinding against him, teasing and tormenting him to the point of agony. She saw him tug half-heartedly against the ties again and stopped.

“Cruel,” he whimpered.

Without responding, she sat up and grabbed the hem of his shirt that she’d worn to sleep and pulled it up and over her head, tossing it onto the floor and watching him stare hungrily at her bare body. His eyes roved over every inch of her breasts, her stomach, her hips, and thighs, all the soft, grab-able parts of her that he loved to pinch, squeeze, and caress, but couldn’t touch at the moment.

“Absolutely cruel,” he groaned, licking his lips.

She shifted back even further, pushing his legs apart so she could kneel between them. Sliding his boxers down, she let his cock spring free, ready for her to do whatever she pleased. He’d said he wanted to feel her hands, so that’s where she began, with slow gentle strokes. Steve let out a moan and moved his hips in tandem, but when he started trying to push her into a faster pace, she took her hand away.

“Patience, Captain,” she chided. “If you don’t behave, I’ll leave you tied up and make you watch while I play by myself.”

She leaned back on her heels, hands on her knees, waiting, despite the fact that she wanted nothing more than to ride him to the point of breaking the bedframe. Even though he complained, they both knew he liked this dynamic and he liked it when she made him wait. Steve craned his neck, staring her down, challenging her without a word, waiting to see who would break first and re-engage. Arching her back slightly, she reached up and pulled her hair up into a ponytail, very aware of how her boyfriend kept his eyes on her, observing each and every way her body moved. She loved seeing how easily she could unravel him, how deeply he wanted her, how awed he was by her.

“We can just get rid of these,” Grace stated as she shifted back, pulling his boxers all the way off and tossing them on the floor with her shirt. He kicked his feet and grunted as he shifted, trying to get more comfortable, his head flopping back into the pillows as he stared up at the ceiling, grinding his teeth and trying not to complain so as not to prolong the torment.

After a minute, Grace let her hand go back to work, followed by her mouth. She licked slowly up his shaft before swirling her tongue around his tip, making him moan before she took as much of him into her mouth and throat as possible, humming as she did, a little thing she’d learned along the way to add that extra something. When she could feel him getting close to climax, she stopped.

“Why?!” He let out a bitter laugh, pleading as he beat his head against the pillows.

“You’re pitiful,” she inched forward until her face was hovering over his. “Should I put you out of your misery?” She asked teasingly, leaning down to kiss him.

The way he kissed her back was like a starving man given his first bite of food. He didn’t answer the question, but Grace knew she’d teased him enough. Scooting back again, she took a moment to position herself properly and used her hand to guide his cock as she sank onto him, which caused her to whimper in pleasure. He always felt so perfectly good inside her. Steadying herself with her palms flat against his abs, she began to rock her hips, sliding gently back and forth at first, easing into things. Steve had no problems thrusting up and into her, even with his hands tied up and her full weight on top of him. His constant claims that she weighed nothing to him weren’t all talk.

“Slowly,” she instructed, feeling him try to speed up, pushing the heels of her hands into his abdomen. “Slowly,” she felt her breath hitch in her throat.

She decided to put on a show. Using her knees to keep a tight hold on his body beneath her and maintain her balance, she moved her fingertips tantalizingly up her stomach to her breasts, kneading and massaging them for him to see, throwing her head back and shutting her eyes as she felt every stroke and sensation. One hand moved lower, slipping between her legs to rub light circles along her clit.

“Oh my god, you always feel so good,” she murmured, which made Steve grunt and move a little faster. Grace’s fingers sped up until she came with an exclamatory moan, the pleasure making her whole body tremble. She contemplated riding it out with him still going, but slid forward and off of him, pausing to catch her breath. She watched Steve pull his hands forward, breaking the ties in half as though they were nothing more than limp noodles, proving he could’ve broken free at any point during her antics. With one quick move, he had her on her back, his lips on hers, moving down to her jaw, then neck, biting a little more roughly than she had, before moving down to her breasts, which his mouth worshiped with reverent kisses, tortured with firm bites, and teased by sucking on her nipples. Giggling at how riled up she’d managed to get him, Grace allowed him to do whatever he wanted, slinging her arms around his neck and playing her fingertips into the hair at the nape of his neck.

“I love you,” he whispered in her ear after kissing his way back up her neck. “Even when you tease me like that.”

“I love you too,” she answered, eyes shutting in bliss, only to feel him push her legs open with his knee before thrusting into her. “God,” she bit her bottom lip, clinging to him tightly as he set a punishing pace, not interested in dragging things out to repay the torment she’d dealt him. The headboard clattered against the wall, but any noise Grace made was muted by Steve kissing her. It didn’t take long for him to hit his own climax, which slowed him down as he rode it out, with slower, gentle strokes before he finally collapsed, breathless beside her.

Sweating and chests heaving, they laid there, side by side, staring at the ceiling. Steve took her hand in his and pressed a kiss to it before clasping it in both of his hands against his chest.

“Worth the wait?” Grace asked.

“Absolutely,” Steve laughed. He took one hand away from hers and raked it back through his hair. “I was supposed to be out of here over an hour ago to talk to Fury.”

“Why didn’t you say anything?” Grace turned her head to gape at him. “Steve, you have to go!”

“Would you have said anything if our roles were reversed?” He asked, turning his head to look her in the eye, the corner of his mouth tipped upward in a smirk. “It’s fine. Not a lot about my work with S.H.I.E.L.D. is set in stone. As long as I show up for missions on time, that’s all that matters.”

“You should still get moving,” she insisted, squeezing his hand. “I know you wanted to ask about what happened with Nat. The sooner you get that settled, the better you’ll feel.”

“I’m feeling very good right now,” he quipped.

“You can’t block out negative feelings with sex,” her inner therapist came out.

“I can try,” he grinned, but when she shot him a glare, he straightened up. “I know. I know. I’m going,” he groaned and got up, pushing himself to his feet. He shuffled over to her side of the bed and scooped her up, one arm around her back, the other under her knees, keeping her close to his chest. “Shower first.”

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Harry hates one thing, most. That’s silence. Still, Y/N gave him a silent treatment knowing how much it drives him insane. It pinches him in throat in the most sickening way and makes him vicious about their fights more.

She has her reason too. Anyone would have a right to be mad if their boyfriend will be seen going to bars with models and cherry on top it turns out be his ex.

In his defence it was a PR stunt to keep the quietude about his dating life since Y/N and Harry’s relationship is private for Y/N's sake.

“You could’ve atleast told me, tha' you were going with her?” Was all she said. Confusion and insecurities and the images of her glued all over him mocked her in the most brutal way before she was distancing herself away from him.

He did anything in his will to bring her back to him, apologised and tried to shower her in kisses, making her brekkie and staying at home but she kept on pushing him away.

The problem wasn’t him. It was her. She blamed herself. He’s been nothing but so gentle with her and she’s towing him away like a used tissue.

Harry knew Y/N anxiety was always at bay and he didn’t want to worsen it by going public but it was biting him in arse as questions upon questions were thrown at him for past three years.

It's Saturday morning and she appears from the guest room after ages, the sight for sore eyes.

Harry’s eyes that were staring the tiled wall of kitchen flitters towards her and his gaze turns soft when he sees her drowned into one of his lilac sweater (she missed him so much and felt awfully hollow and cold sleeping in the bed that doesn’t smell like him at all; so she did what could comfort her best).

She looks so small and frail as if the demons of the lone bedroom swallowed her whole.

Heavy eyebags digging away the glimmer in her eyes, her cheekbones prominent and the pinkness of her eyes visible telling how much she’s been crying.

He turns expressionless on purpose when she meets his gaze and isn’t what she wanted? Some space to figure her thoughts out – but that polite gesture turned into a silent treatment from Harry’s side this time.

She knows that he’s more of a meanie in this game than her because he’s the one that never let things bottle up, his eyes gives away everything but right now they’re just murk of anger.

“Can we talk?” Her voice dim from crying for days and Harry elevates his shoulders carelessly, wrinkles on his forehead and his frown deep as he shrugs, “Dunno. Realized t’pick y'puppet back, your eminence?” His taunt hits her right in chest and she blinks the moisture in her eyes away looking down at her fingers fumbling with the frays of the hem.

He’s cloaked with sadness and dejection from her misbehaviour.

He’s the most petty when she’s the reason of his agony.

“I hate how much I care about, you.” He spats. Knuckles turning white from his grip around the marble counter and Y/N listens —— because good, she should now she’s out of her own bubble.

“How much I’ve told y'that no-one ‘n damn nothin’ could come between us —-" His tone dripping with malevolence and bitterness it tears Y/N up.

“Don’t make promises you can’t keep, Harry!!” She almost shouts. Shaky fingers contemplating to rip at her hair and her tears now shines at her cheeks, Harry elicits a flak taunting chuckle.

“See you’ve never trusted our love. Can y'fo’ once get outta y’head?” His own eyes glossy and his cheeks flushing rosy from the impact.

“You don’t want to bear what comes with lovin' me, don’t want me to cover up tha’ fo' you and you couldn’t spend a single day without doubting us,” He licks the salt away from his lips and his heart pauses a slow beat when Y/N's lips wobbles -- incoherent blabbers slipping past her swollen lips.

“What d'ya want then!?” The loud snap of his abrasive voice hitches her breath and she sobs out sorrowfully, “I just want you.” He sighs in defeat. Not really pondering over the severity and nuance of his words before speaking.

“Falling in love with you was the stupidest thing I’ve ever done in my life.” That was the last blow for Y/N. She gasps out a cry. Pupils bursting wide and her insides falls sick as the itching goosebumps pin-prickles at her skin.

Everything gets struck for a moment. Harry’s expression matches her as he realizes what damage he has caused and to confirm it a blaring thunder roars through the sky.

Y/N gulps the achy feeling in her throat and just nods silently retreating back through the steps that led her to him and he’s rushing behind her in fret only to get the door to be slammed on his face.

He curses himself. Hitting his forehead into the door frame, that was the lowest and most cheapest fucking insult you could’ve managed to throw her way you dick.

“Y/N. I’m —-...fuck.” He knows that a sorry will be too humiliating for the hurt he has caused her.

While, Y/N sits on the floor at the most corner of the room with her knees bunched up to her chest. His hurtful words rings in her skull and she stuffs her face into her elbow sobbing into it watching the bear Harry won for her in a carnival with doleful blurry vision.

Through his whole life the only decision he regrets is loving me – out of every stupid thing he thinks our love is the most stupidest, what if it's the end? How I'll live without him? It’s impossible.

Forgetting hurts the more than grieving and she’d never be able to do that.

Her toes numbs to tingles and she feels herself drowning somewhere into pitch darkness, her heart lurching ruefully at each knock Harry taps on the door and her stomach burns with acidy sting lungs knotting tight making her gasp for oxygen.

Her panic attack crawling up her body in beasty blood curling gashes and she attempts to shout a plead for Harry but white dots appears at the back of her eyelids tripping her into mountain of floor pillows.

It knocks the vase out and it shatters beside her head, “Y/N! Baby!” Harry pounds at the door and when doesn’t hear a response from her side he’s kicking it open harshly.

The lock unhinges as he rushes inside worrisome and his world shatters when he sees his lovie struggling for a breather, her petite body trembling and shaking with each gasp that bolts her throat more and she nearly begs for him to do something.

He’s falling beside her on the floor and embracing her pliant figure in his gentle hold, “’S okay. ‘S okay.” He croaks out wiping his own tears with the sleeve of his hoodie.

He rubs her tummy in soothing circles then trails his clammy palm up her chest and maintains an eye contact with her panicked ones. Her breath shudders when she tries to calm it back and her nails digs into his skin in doing so.

“Doing s'good f'me darling, yeah —-..yeah.” He bobs his head vigorously and assuring-ly stroking his thumb against her soaky cheek tenderly in pacifying motions.

Her breath lulls slowly back into a pattern and she jerks a little while inhaling a nourishing puff, “Take a breath honey, yes princess just like that.” He whispers speckling a tiny kiss to her forehead.

He pushes her up with a firm hand on her hip and into his lap murmuring sweet dottings into her ear, “Squeeze me hand if you could hear me baby.” He just wants to be reassured she’s doing okay –- his face crooked against her pulse point into her throat and she does so giving a weak squish to his fingers.

“Jeez.” He bumps her chin up with his head and touches their temples together – eskimo kissing her nose and her eyelids flutter when he pecks her mouth ever so lightly.

His insides are shaking anxiously from fright and he again hugs her warmly to feel her.

“’M sorry. So sorry lovie' didn’t –-.. didn’t mean to hurt ya, swear moppet was just upset tha’ y’were being so far from me. I love you so much precious ....." He presses his wet lips to the side of her head and buries his nose in her hair -- arms tightening around her waist.

".... and I don’t think lovin' you is stupid. Thinks tha’ ‘s the only best thing I’ve ever done in me life ... could never love anyone like that.” He mumbles cradling her sweaty face into his palms and patches soft kisses all over her face.

She hiccups a whimper. Nose quivering and lip wobbling — letting him kiss her pout and fists the flimsy fabric of his hoodie in her teensy hands compared to him, “’M sorry too. Sorry f'acting childish and not talking to you about it. I’m just scared I’m getting too obsessed with the idea of us and it’ll ruin us pathetically.”

“Wait. Wait woah baby ...” He grabs her gently with shoulders and pulls her back from him, “’S tha’ why you were trying to live off all by yourself?” He asks politely a bit glum she was enduring all of that herself.

When she tries to hide her face out of timidness he hooks his thumb under her chin and highers it up, “Y/N.”

“Thinks you love me so intensely?” She sniffs nodding in agreement and he smiles sweetly.

“Then fuckin' do it silly. Why d'ya think I wouldn’t want that lovlin? I want to be so loved by my sweet baby.” He almost falls back when she slings her arms around the nape of his neck and brings him down for a cuddle.

“I love you so much my Angel.” He murmurs with his face squished into her neck and fills his lungs with her warm vanillay scent.

She rubs her cheek up and down his chest like an affectionate starved puppy then stops where his heart lays under the trap of bones and kisses it three times.

Her love language. When she isn’t able to utter something she’s always appreciating him with loving actions and at the moment she did the same to exchange the sentiment.

Three kisses to heart means, “I love you so much it aches me.” He immediately catches it and pecks her nose.

"I know bub, I know."

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sunmoonandeddie · 3 years

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feelings are fatal (21/24)

pairing: bucky barnes x reader, past steve rogers x reader

word count: 4,110

summary: After the events of Endgame, you struggle to come to terms with what you’ve lost, though you’re learning that you still have something to gain.

chapter warnings: swearing, violence, fluffiness, SMUT

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a/n: you guys

“Stevie?” You murmured softly as you laid on his chest, tracing shapes on his shoulder absentmindedly.

“Yeah, honey?” He asked with a grunt, his eyes closed. He was clearly really, really close to falling asleep, but…

You couldn’t sleep.

You were wide awake, the only sign of exhaustion being the ache between your legs.

Steve had just gotten back from a mission a few hours before. It had been no contact for a week as he took down this bad guy or that bad guy in… Where was it this past time? South Korea? Seoul, you were pretty sure.

Though, you didn’t understand why he was considered ‘undercover’ anywhere, considering the fact that he kind of stood out no matter what he did.

“Have you… Have you ever thought about marriage?” You asked, voice trembling. You two had been together for a few months, but… He’d already told you he loved you.

And you just wanted to know if you two were on the same page for the future.

Your boyfriend’s body went tense underneath you, and a sense of dread filled your heart.

You knew you shouldn’t have asked such a dumb fucking question.

“Sweetheart…,” he said slowly, coughing to clear the lump in his throat as he smoothed down your hair. “You know I love you, right?” He relaxed a little as you responded immediately with an affirming nod.

You sat up as he did, straddling him as he cupped your face in his hands. You needed to be close to him, pressed against his chest and leeching his warmth.

“The man that wanted marriage… kids… the whole picket fence thing…” He took in a shaky breath. “He died in the ice… That’s not saying that I don’t want a future with you, because I do! You’re my girl. You’re my forever,” he said reassuringly, his lips finding your forehead. “I don’t need to involve the government to know that—they’ve involved themselves in my business enough—or a dumb piece of paper. If you want a ring, I’ll buy you all the rings you could ever want.” Steve gave you a warm smile, the same smile that was plastered all over tabloids and history books alike. “Besides… We don’t need a piece of paper as long as we’ve got each other, right?” He asked.

“Right,” you said without hesitation, giggling as his lips pressed to yours and he flipped you over, ready to ravish you all over again.

“Malen’kaya?”

You stared out the window above the kitchen sink, elbow deep in soapy water.

“Honey?”

Vaguely, you can hear the mirth in his voice, tinged with a bit of worry.

But you’re too busy staring out the window, watching as the storm raged outside and rain pounded against the glass.

“Sweetheart? Darling?”

You’d watched Steve leave you from this window. Your life had ended, or so you thought.

So much had changed since then, and… And it was all for the better.

You jumped a foot in the air as gentle hands found your hips. His metal appendage slipped under your sweatshirt, gently rubbing your tummy. “H-Hi.”

“Hi,” he chuckled, resting his head on your shoulder. “What’s going on in that pretty head of yours? You’ve been staring off into space for ten minutes.”

Sure enough, you realized that the formerly hot water in the sink had gone cold and most of the bubbles had disappeared.

“I was just thinking…”

“Oh, yeah? Sounds dangerous.” He let out a laugh as you smacked his arm, not caring that you were getting him wet.

“I was just thinking about the last time we were here and I was in this spot… and how much better my life is,” you said.

You could feel his sharp inhale at your words, his hand continuing to rub soothing circles into your skin. “Yeah? You mean it, pretty girl?” He asked, his lips ghosting against your shoulder.

“I mean it.”

Bliss surrounded you two like a heavy blanket as he held you, the both of you relishing the closeness.

“Maybe we should just stay here forever,” you said with a lazy smile, finishing the dishes as he held you.

Bucky hummed softly, his eyes closed. There was no way he was going to disagree. “Why are you washing the dishes by hand if we’ve got a dishwasher? A very expensive one, might I add.”

“Because,” you snorted, rinsing your hands and drying them after letting the water out. “Sometimes it’s better to do things yourself…” Heart warm, you let your head fall back against his shoulder as he slowly began to rock you back and forth.

A hum from deep in his chest lulled you, some forties song.

“Heaven… I’m in heaven,” he started to sing, surprisingly well. “And my heart beats so that I can hardly speak, and I seem to find the happiness I seek when we're out together dancing cheek to cheek…”

It was all you had ever dreamed of, when you were younger. Like in that dingy motel room. Despite knowing it was wrong and he wouldn’t take advantage of you like that, you had so wanted the Soldat to love you. You had wanted him to take you like how the older girls had talked about when you were barely a teenager.

Of course, it hadn’t been your Soldat doing that. He wasn’t like that.

But the other Soldats had been, and you were lucky that yours had protected you so well as you’d gotten older.

“Yes, heaven… I'm in heaven, and the cares that hung around me through the week seems to vanish like a gambler's lucky streak when we're out together, dancing cheek to cheek.”

“Isn’t this song usually a lot faster?” You asked, a smirk playing on your lips. “Are you just so elderly that you can’t keep up, Barnes?” Squeals filled the air as he tickled your sides, and you thrashed in his hold. “Jamie! Jamie! No!”

Hot breath tickled against your ear as he stopped. “Are you gonna let me be all sweet with you or are you gonna keep being such a brat?” He asked, squeezing you close once again.

God, you’d let him sweet with you all he wanted and then some.

“I guess you can be sweet with me,” you said after a moment, voice breathy and barely audible. “Especially since you actually aren’t a half-bad singer.”

“Not as good as you,” he said, beginning to rock you once more as lightning lit up the sky outside, a clap of thunder following soon after. “I love listening in when you’re putting Morgan to sleep… singing her those little lullabies…” He pressed a kiss to your hair before he continued on, “Oh, I'd love to climb the mountain, reach the highest peak, but it doesn't thrill me half as much as dancing cheek to cheek.” He finished the rest of the song, before humming a faint melody as your head lulled back against his shoulder.

“You’re my favorite person in the whole world, James.”

“And you’re mine.”

Bucky, the loving man that he is, led you to the couch and tucked himself in beside you. “Friday, turn on the fireplace,” he said as he wrapped his arms around you. The hunk of a man pulled you to his chest and onto his lap. “You know, if we keep joking about staying here forever, I’m gonna take it seriously and you’ll be stuck here with me.”

“That doesn’t sound like a bad thing to me,” you said, your lower lip tugged between your teeth as you leaned back against him. Your fingers ran up and down his arm, tickling his skin. “Just you and me… Maybe Morgan can come visit…”

“Or we can go live in the woods like a bunch of cavemen,” he said. You could feel his lips turning into a slow smile against your shoulder. “You wanna watch a movie? We could continue on our journey of catching me up on pop culture.”

You turned to look at him, mouth opening with a response. But as soon as you looked into his eyes, every thought you had ever had just disappeared.

The cerulean of his eyes seemed to pop, glittering in the flickering warm light of the fire. Shadows danced on his face and for a moment you could’ve sworn he was a Greek god.

You have compared him to Hades many a time in your head.

Bucky breathed out your name, his hand coming up to cup your cheek.

“James… I—” You suddenly cut yourself off as you rushed forward, pressing your lips to his in a fierce, passionate kiss. It wasn’t like the one from the aquarium. This one held so much more.

“I need you,” he breathed out as he kissed you over and over again, his hands cupping your face. His broad chest was pressed against yours as he moved one arm to wrap it around you and lay you down on the soft couch. “You have no idea how long I’ve dreamed of this.”

“Trust me, I’ve probably been dreaming of it longer,” you insisted with a snort, the two of you laughing into the kiss.

You never used to laugh with Steve during sex. It was always so serious, so intense.

You liked being able to laugh while the love of your life was holding you, touching you, kissing you like you’d never been kissed before.

Bucky pulled back enough to look you in the eyes. “Absolutely not. I’ve been dreaming of it way longer than you have.”

You sit up on your elbows so you can kiss your noses together. “Jamie… I’ve been dreaming of this since I was sixteen.” A smile spread over your face as you watched his cheeks go red.

“That’s not fair,” he insisted as he pouted at you. “If I wanted you like that back then, I would’ve been a sicko. You were allowed to have a crush on me without being a creep.”

There’s another round of kiss-drunk giggles as you peck his lips over and over again. “Not my fault. Though I do really appreciate that you didn’t see me that way when I was a literal child.”

His vibranium hand slips up underneath your top, tickling your tummy as he left a trail of kisses down your neck. “Not that I didn’t find you absolutely adorable back then, but can we please not talk about you as a child right now?” He murmured against the delicate skin of your neck.

“Yeah, I guess that’s fine,” you said, trying to joke but losing your voice as his lips found a particularly sweet spot right along your collarbone. “Oh, Jamie…” Your skin feels like it’s on fire everywhere he touches you. “Fuck…” You barely heard him curse about how small the couch was for his super soldier frame, before he scooped you up, wrapping your legs around his waist. Arms wrapping around him, you found his lips again as you kissed him deeper. “Where we goin,’ Jamie?” You asked with an impish grin.

“Right here,” he said, chuckling as he laid you down on the fur rug in front of the fireplace.

Tony had resorted to only buying fur from indigenous vendors. Hell, he’d given Natasha a whole lecture about how her faux fur and faux leather (AKA plastic) clothing and accessories were worse for the environment than real fur and leather.

Which was true.

He’d spent the last decade of his life doing everything he could to turn his life around, even though he did mess up quite a few times.

But you’d rather not be thinking about the environmental logistics of fur at the moment.

The only thing about fur you wanted to think about was how soft it was against your skin as Bucky laid you down, leaning over you and pecking your lips over and over again.

“Comfortable?” He mumbled in between kisses.

The fire crackled beside you as you nodded breathlessly, shivering as his hand found its way to the hem of your shirt, tugging on it.

“Can I take this off, darlin?’” He asked, his voice husky and deep, slow like molasses.

You were pretty sure you heard a bit of his old Brooklyn accent slipping in there.

Fuck, that was fucking hot.

“Please,” you said, lifting your arms so he could tug it off of your frame and toss it somewhere to the side.

“Fuck, you’re so fucking perfect,” the man breathed out as he looked at you under him. His hands went to your cotton sleep shorts next, and his eyes flicked up to meet yours in a silent question.

“I trust you,” you said, lifting your hips for him.

It was like a wave of reassurance had washed over him. He carefully tugged your shorts down and pulled them down your legs. The shorts did get caught on your foot, and he scowled as he had to untangle it, though he clearly wasn’t actually mad.

The air was soft and light around you, which you hadn’t been expecting. When you’d had sex with anyone else, it was always so heavy and hot and intense. Stifling, was the word you were looking for. It felt like you were performing when you were naked with anyone else.

With James, in your mismatched laundry day lingerie, you felt more like yourself than you ever had been.

“I like this,” he teased as he nodded to your Calvin Klein bralette and your bright tie-dye patterned panties. His flesh hand had wrapped around your ankle and was holding your foot up so it was up at his chest. “I didn’t know it was possible to look so cute and so sexy at the same time.” He pressed a kiss to your inner ankle, right next to the bone. “You’re the most beautiful woman I’ve ever seen.”

“Jamie,” you whined, instinctively covering your face. “Stop it.”

“What? Nah. That would make me a liar. A liar by omission,” he said as he kissed up your calf, taking his sweet time. Occasionally he’d give a little nip and smirk at the way you jumped. “And baby girl, we both know I’d never lie to you.”

You’d never been loved on the way he was loving on you. Your insecurities seemed to disappear under his heated but adoring gaze. “James…” You wanted to reach out and pull him to you for another kiss, but at the same time, you never wanted him to stop the trail he was leaving up to your knee.

“You know, I could spend hours just looking at you…,” he said as he started to lay down between your legs, his lips pressed against your inner thigh. “I went to art school back in the day… and I could fill an entire gallery with pictures, sketches, paintings, sculptures of you.”

Despite how calm he seemed, you could feel the slight trembling of his hands, could hear the waver in his voice.

He was nervous.

His baby blues focused in on the wet spot at the front of your panties, his breath hitching in his throat. “Can I touch you, baby doll? Please?” The second you nodded, his hands were on the thin, silky fabric, and you gasped as you heard the tell-tale rip.

“You ripped my panties?! Those are one of my favorite pairs!” You whined, pouting. “And all my other pairs are in the laundry!”

“Good thing I can buy you a million more,” he shot back with a sheepish grin. “And I don’t think you’re gonna need panties for the rest of the day, honey. Or clothing, for that matter.”

Rolling your eyes, you peeled your bra off your body and threw it in the general direction of the couch. “You’re such a bad influence.” But every thought in your head completely disappeared as he leaned in and his tongue ran through your slick folds. The moan he let out shook you to your core. “Holy shit,” you cursed as your hands flew to his head.

Bucky just smiled as your fingers tightened in his hair and accidentally pulled as he did it again. “You taste like heaven,” he said into your pussy as he sucked one of your folds into his mouth. Using his fingers, he spread your pussy open so he could get a good look, letting out a groan. “So pretty… So soft.”

“Jamie… Please… feels so good,” you breathed out as you instinctively tried to push his head closer again. You needed more. He couldn’t just tease you like that.

He really didn’t need anymore encouragement, and he wasn’t going to make you beg for something he’d been daydreaming about since he’d seen you again, when he’d broken out of Hydra’s control. When he’d seen you again, and even after he’d found out that you were his best friend’s girlfriend.

You had no hope of hanging on the second his tongue found your clit. For a moment, you felt like you’d blacked out as your orgasm washed over you, wave after wave of pleasure drowning you. “JAMIE!” You shouted as black dots appeared in your vision. Chest heaving, you tried to catch your breath as you laid back on the rug.

“How you doing, baby?” Bucky asked huskily as he kissed your hip, rubbing your thighs soothingly. “You still with me?”

“Yeah, I’m with you,” you breathed out as you reached for his face, pulling him close to kiss you. “You with me?”

“Yeah,” he said as he rested his forehead against yours. “I’m with you.” He smoothed down your hair, pecking your lips. “You wanna keep going? It’s up to you,” he said, voice low and soothing. “This is all about you, malen’kaya.”

Running your fingers through his hair, you kissed him fiercely. “I wanna keep going. I want you. I need you.” You didn’t hesitate as you pulled his shirt off of him, drinking in the sight of his broad chest. “Beautiful,” you said as you ran your hands over his hot skin. Your fingertips traced over the scars on his left shoulder, and you could feel the shaky breath he took. “You are, James. You’re so fucking handsome…”

The blush that dusted across his cheeks complimented that bashful smile he wore. “Now you’re just flattering me, sweetheart,” he said, kissing you as he worked off his pants with one hand.

“Commando? Really?” You drawled as you glanced down between you. However, you were mostly just trying to not let yourself panic a little at his sheer size.

Steve had been long, yes, but Bucky was thick.

What was it Peter liked to say? Thick with two c’s?

“You sure you wanna do this?” He asked quietly, pulling you out of your head. “We don’t have to.” His fingers blazed a trail along your hip, dipping into the apex of your thighs. As he waited for your answer, he slipped two fingers into your wet t, heat, slowly pumping them in and out and scissoring them to open you up, preparing you for his length. “You gotta talk to me, pretty baby…”

“Yes, I wanna do this,” you insisted, mouth falling open as he found that soft, spongy spot inside of you. “Fuck… Jamie, please… Don’t wanna wait any longer.”

Thankfully, he relented and withdrew his fingers, leaving you with an empty feeling. He lined himself up as he gave his hard cock a few strokes.

The air left your lungs as he slowly pressed against your entrance, before he finally pushed in.

“Holy shit, you’re so fucking tight, angel,” he whispered, the strands of his hair tickling your face as his head hung low. “Is it romantic of me to say that I might cum just from this?”

Laughter bubbled up in your chest as you nodded, raising your legs to wrap around his waist. “The most romantic thing anyone has ever said to me,” you teased. “I wouldn’t judge you if you did. I know how good my pussy is.”

Bucky had tears in his eyes from how hard he was laughing, nuzzling his nose against yours. All of the anxiety you had noticed before had dissipated, leaving behind the man you knew and loved.

The fire crackled beside you, and you reached up to caress his face. “You’re my favorite person in the whole world,” you said. You’d told him before, but you felt the need to remind him.

“And you’re mine,” he answered as he pushed in further, moaning lowly. He was really struggling with the whole not cumming too early thing apparently. “I haven’t had sex with anyone in over seventy years, let alone a dame as stunning as you,” he said, stuttering over his words. “Fuck… Really not trying to embarrass myself, come on, Barnes.”

He hadn’t even noticed that you were losing yourself to the pleasure he was giving you, the delicious ache the stretch of his cock brought.

“Jamie, please.”

It must’ve been the whine in your voice or something, but his eyes locked in on yours. “Fuck. I gotcha, baby girl.” Focusing hard enough to cause a vein in his forehead to pop, he bottomed out inside of you, taking a moment to compose himself before he started to move. “My sweet malen’kaya,” he said against your lips. His fingers threaded into your hair as he leaned on his elbows for support. The roll of his hips was unlike anything you’d ever experienced.

“Yes, yes, yes,” you moaned, head falling back to expose the smooth, unmarked column of your throat.

Well, it wouldn’t be unmarked for long.

You squealed as his lips found your neck, sucking and biting. It might’ve been a little juvenile, but the thought of him being so desperate to mark you up, to show the world that you were his, got you even more hot and bothered than before.

“Feel good, baby? You like that?” He asked in a growl as he jerkily moved one of his hands down your body to rub your clit, awkwardly having to take a moment to regain his balance on one elbow. “You feel like heaven. My own little corner of paradise…”

The rainstorm raged around you, but you didn’t notice or feel the thunder that shook the earth. The only thing you could focus on was Bucky.

You would’ve liked to think that you would’ve been a lot more eloquent, perhaps sexier and kinkier, if and when you two finally slept together, but every thought had left your brain. It was like he’d fucked you stupid.

It didn’t take long before you felt the familiar tightening in your belly, your nails digging into his back muscles. “Oh, god. Yes, yes, keep going,” you begged, finally finding your voice. “Yes, holy shit, yes. Feels so fucking good. I’m gonna… Oh, fuck.”

“You gonna cum for me? Huh?” He rasped, brow furrowed. “Go on… Cum for me. On one… two… three.”

Your back arched sharply off of the bed, and he wrapped an arm around you to hold you to him as he continued thrusting. Your climax came on like a tsunami, and if you weren’t so dazed from the orgasm, you might’ve been stupid enough to been embarrassed by the wet sounds of his cock sliding in and out of your core.

“Fuck, I’m so close,” he said, biting at your neck as his thrusts became sloppier and harder. “Fuck, fuck, holy shit, malen’kaya.”

“Inside me,” you said, forcing him to look you in the eyes. “Please… Need you to fill me up, Jamie. Please.”

At that exact moment, you watched a moment of panic come over him before he suddenly slammed his hips against yours before going incredibly still.

Your heart caught in your throat as you felt him cumming, spilling inside of you and filling you to the brim.

“Darlin,’ you can’t just say shit like that and not expect me to lose it right then and there,” he rasped, feeling like he was walking on air.

The tight grip your legs had around his waist stopped him from pulling out.

Not that he was complaining.

“Mmm… I need to lay down for a minute… let some blood get to my brain,” he said, lying completely on top of you and hiding his face in your neck.

“Mmm…. I think we should just stay like this forever,” you said as you closed your eyes, letting him take his comfort from you. You craved it. Loved it. Your lungs felt heavy as you (somehow) snuggled even closer to him.

“Me, too,” he said as the two of you started to doze off, utterly exhausted. “Me, too.”

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wonderl3ss · 3 years

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stargazing

pairing: katsuki bakugo x gn!reader

warnings: none

a/n: jus sum incredibly self indulgent fluff bc fuckkk i wanna go stargazing w someone so bad </3

wc: 0.9k

you sighed as you turned off your phone and threw it to your side where you sat on your bed, eventually getting bored of the mindless scrolling. you knew it was late but you weren’t even the tiniest bit tired, so you decided to give the blond boy you called your boyfriend a visit.

bakugo was somewhat of a light sleeper so it only took two knocks before you heard the muffled sounds of shuffling feet on the other side of the door. you waited, rocking back and forth on your feet with a smile on your face, already knowing exactly what you were planning to do with him.

“what the fuck do you want? i’m trying to sleep,” he grumbled, his voice slightly scratchy from not hydrating in a while. he rubbed his eyes in an attempt to wake himself up, not even bothering to check who it was that knocked.

“we’re going stargazing together since i can’t sleep,” you answered while grabbing his hand and intertwining your fingers to pull him out of his room. his hands were always warm due to his quirk; you forever cherished this because it meant you didn’t have to ever worry about your hands being cold when you’re with him.

“do you even have any idea what time it is? you’re such a pain in the ass sometimes.” he rolled his eyes as he closed the door behind him, still holding your hand.

the walk outside was quiet as to not wake anyone up and avoid getting scolded by aizawa for being out so late. not only for that reason, but also because you and bakugo just enjoyed being in each others company, no words needing to be exchanged. it was a comforting silence that you both loved.

the sun had already set, yet it was still slightly light out. the stars shone so brightly they could have replaced the sun, and along with the slight summer breeze the atmosphere was perfect.

you lay down in a random spot on the grass, pulling bakugo down along with you. instead of looking up at the stars like you had originally planned, you turned to your side to look at your boyfriend.

“the fuck you lookin’ at? i thought you wanted to stare at the stars. if you wanted to look at me we could’ve stayed inside in my dorm or somethin’,” bakugo also turned to look at you, the air ruffling his hair ever so slightly.

“you’re so pretty kats, you know that right?” your voice was just above a whisper; if you were any quieter he might not have heard you.

he didn’t respond for a short while after those words left your lips. you assumed he hadn’t heard you until he suddenly spoke up, “don’t fuckin’ call me pretty.” his voice was quiet and gruff as he had now turned away from you, a slight blush on his cheeks that he would never let you see.

bakugo wasn’t one to get flustered very easily, in-fact he was usually the one making you blush. but you calling him pretty — that awoke something inside him. if it were anyone else who said that, he would have threatened to blow them up, but hearing it come from his significant other just made it feel so much more special.

you only laughed a little at that, knowing he didn’t really mind it. plus, he was constantly saying those types of things to you, so what’s so wrong with reciprocating them?

after that neither of you spoke for a while, opting to just laying on your backs staring at the stars in that comforting silence you both loved.

unsure of how long you’d both been outside for, bakugo decided it was time to head back in. he sat up and grabbed ahold of your hand, pulling you up as he stood to his feet.

“c’mon, we’re going to my room, i can tell you’re getting tired and i don’t want to have to drag your sleeping body back indoors,” he subconsciously squeezed your hand as you made your way back indoors — one of his ways of saying ‘i love you’ because god forbid bakugo actually communicates with his words.

its very rare that bakugo actually uses his words and tells you straight up that he loves you. though, each time he does is just as flustering as the first time he ever muttered those words to you.

“thank you,” you squeezed his hand in return, as if to also say ‘i love you’.

“huh? for what?” he turned to glance at you for a split second before realising you had finally reached his room. he pushed open his door and you both walked into the almost pitch black room, only being slightly lit with the streaks of moonlight pouring through the open blinds.

“for coming stargazing with me, and for just putting up with me in general,” you began to get undressed as bakugo threw you the pair of extra clothes you left from the last time you slept there; they smelt of him since he had stuffed them into his drawer along with his clothes.

“whatever, you’re welcome i guess. shut up and get into bed, i’m tired.” he mumbled as he got into bed and lifted up the covers for you to crawl in with him.

so with that you joined your boyfriend in bed, him immediately wrapping you up in his arms. the last thing you remember was the comfort of his breathing and the warmth of his body as it slowly lulled you to a peaceful sleep.

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bucksfucks · 3 years

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amorosa // steve rogers

chapter five: paris, france

chapter one // chapter two // chapter three

chapter four // chapter five

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summary || steve takes you to paris to accompany him to a business gala where you meet an old friend and partner, discovering some secrets about your steven.

pairing || sugar daddy!steve x reader

word count || 2,023 words

warnings || financial struggles, sugar daddy dynamics, daddy kink, undefined age gap, minor panic attack, angst — 18+ ONLY//MINORS DNI

When Steve said that the private jet was learning first thing in the morning, he meant it. It was three in the morning, the sun not even close to being up as you rode through the empty and dimly lit New York streets with Steve's hand on your thigh.

He decided to drive, sometimes you thought he was superhuman, running off of only a few hours of sleep, yet wide awake and alert.

You envied him as your head lolled to the side as drowsiness washed over you. You yawned, big and loud as Steve chuckled.

"You can sleep on the plane, Princess. I know early mornings aren't your thing." He teased as you shot him a tired look, but smiled as you placed your hand over his.

When you opened your eyes next the car had stopped in the middle of the runway, a sleek private jet in front of you as your eyes went wide with excitement. You'd never gotten anywhere close to a private jet, the closest thing being bumped up to business class on accident.

"Is this it?" You asked, sitting up as Steve opened his door, "sure is, buttercup." He winks, coming around to open your door and help you up. The air was cold, the smell of frost faint in the air as Steve wraps his arm around you.

"I've never been on a private jet," you mumble, more so to yourself as Steve laughs in response. He takes your hand, leading you up the stairs of the jet until you're entering the lavish cabin.

"Then by all means, Princess, let me be the first to introduce you to them." He purrs from behind you, arms snaking around your waist as you take in the clean leather and polished surfaces.

"Steve this is…" you're at a loss for words, mouth agape as you spin around to plant your lips on his. You're standing on your toes, arms hastily thrown around his neck as Steve lets out a surprised grunt before catching his balance on the nearby wall.

"All for you." Steve finishes your sentence and you just about melt in his arms.

He chuckles when you explore the rest of the jet, taking the time to talk with his pilot, Léon, about the flight plan. Their voices are hushed as you enter the back of the plane, walking into the bathroom to take a moment for yourself.

It's a lot, overwhelmingly so and you start to feel your heart racing when you think of Steve.

You've loved before, but have you been in love? The realization causes your breathing to become shallower as you wonder if these past few months have been a whirlwind romance destined to burn out like the brightest flame?

Or perhaps this bubbling feeling deep in the pit of your stomach has been blossoming, nearly blooming into what so many people refer to as love?

You gasp when you hear soft knocking on the door, "are you all right, buttercup?" It's Steve, and the nickname causes butterflies to flock to your chest as you swallow your feelings.

"Just checking out the bathroom," you giggle and well, it wasn't a lie.

He smiles, taking your hand, "pick a seat, Princess, we take-off soon." Steve says before you're sliding into one of the comfortable, almost too comfortable seats and buckling into it. Steve's hand is in yours, thumb rubbing soothing circles against your knuckles as you feel the same swell in your chest.

Paris, France.

You'd never been, although you don't think you'll ever want to leave.

When you arrive it's late in the evening, the bustling city life is alive and well as the car drives from one end of the city to the other and you still can't believe your eyes as you pass by the lit up Eiffel Tower.

The hotel room is nothing but lavish, with tall windows, balconies, gold and champagne detailing and the largest bed you'd ever seen. The sheets are soft and clean and you want nothing more than to collapse into bed with Steve.

The bathroom has a claw-foot tub, a full shower, and four sinks along with a velvet chaise.

"How about a shower, Princess?" Steve asks, sitting on the bed as you fall back onto it. His voice is coarse and rough, no doubt tired from the many hours of travelling as your tired eyes meet him as you nod.

"Here," Steve stops you when your fingers hook under your shirt, "let me," he offers before slowly undressing you.

The bathroom is quiet, nothing but the sound of running water heard as Steve removes your clothing before shedding his. The moment is soft, gentle and caring as his touches are featherlight.

Once the water hits your tired body, you let out a sigh of relief. It's warm, your muscles relaxing under the stream as Steve steps behind you. The glass door fogs up, encasing you in your own world as Steve's hands knead over your tight shoulders.

"Just relax, Princess. Let Daddy take care of you tonight." He whispers in your ear, it's not sultry, but instead washes an overwhelming wave of relief over you as you let Steve take care of washing your body.

A fluffy towel is wrapped around your body before the cold air even has time to hit your body. By then the water has lulled you into a state where all you want is for your head to hit the bed, engulfed by the covers as Steve's steady heartbeat soothes you to sleep.

You aren't really aware of when you get into bed, all you know is Steve is telling you goodnight, pressing a kiss to your forehead before you're thrust into a state of comatose.

The sound of quiet voices is what wakes you, bright sunlight streaming through the nearly translucent curtains making you squint as you let out a groan. You aren't sure how long you've been asleep, but it's probably far too long.

You roll over, the alarm clock reading 11:37 and yup, you've definitely overslept.

Who cares, you're in fucking Paris.

"There's my girl," Steve beams, walking into the bedroom dressed in a casual, yet professional attire. Simple fitted slacks and a tight button down that's not done up all the way with the sleeves rolled up.

You smile as he presses his lips to yours.

"I've got some business to take care of this morning, okay? I shouldn't be more than a few hours." He explains as you give him a small pout. "I've ordered breakfast to the room, take your time gettin' ready. Tonight's the big gala so your dresses should be here soon, along with hair and makeup."

Your eyes nearly bug out at the sound of his words, hair and makeup? Multiple dresses?

"Don't act so surprised, buttercup. You know Daddy takes care of his girl," he smirks before standing up to his full height.

"Guess I'll just have to find the best pastries alone," you playfully retort, "I love croissants, remember that." Steve winks before he's giving you one last kiss and disappearing out into the Parisian streets.

Paris was breathtaking, beautiful, and everything you could've dreamed of.

Yet you couldn't help feel out of place as you walked through the streets alone, soft music playing through your headphones as you tried to scout out the best café in the city.

You felt stares on you as you tried to keep your head down, people stopping as they looked at you. Maybe you were in your own head, but you could've sworn you saw people take out their phones to… take pictures of you?

No, you had to be in your own head.

The hotel was in your sights as you bolted in its direction, a text message from Steve prompting you that everything would be arriving at the hotel soon and that he was on his way back to get ready.

Your heart hammered, thumping as you realized that you would be on Steve's arm as he introduces you as… his girlfriend.

"You okay, Princess? You've been quiet this entire ride." Steve asks, fingers lacing with yours as you look down at the gold satin dress you've chosen for the night. It compliments all your best aspects, the colour great on you as you nod your head.

"Just nervous." You mumble, it was the truth as you felt your stomach churning as you approached the banquet hall. It was gorgeous, lavish from the outside and you couldn't imagine how much nicer it would be on the inside.

"You've got nothin' to worry about. I won't leave your side, promise." Steve says softly, holding out his pinky for you to hook yours against it. You giggle, doing it as your worries vanish for a split second.

When you walk into the hall it's littered with people wearing their most expensive gowns, suits, and jewellery as Steve grabs to flutes of champagne.

"For the nerves," he jokes and you take it, the bubbly alcohol running down your throat distracting you for a second before Steve's hand is on your lower back, leading you through the people.

"Hey Punk!" The voice that shouts it is low and deep, hearty and boisterous as Steve whips around with the biggest grin on his face.

"You Jerk," Steve replies playfully, the two embracing in a hug as you take a good look at the other man.

He's slightly shorter than Steve, dark brown hair in a loose messy bun paired in an all-black suit. If that didn't make him look intimidating enough, he's got a black and gold prosthetic to match his aesthetic.

"So this the dame that's captured your heart?" The man smirks, casting his eyes on you as you can't help but feel your body flush.

"Sure is, this is James." He introduced you, your name squeaking past your lips as you shake his hand. James rolls his eyes at Steve, pressing a kiss to your hand as you admire the cool shade of blue his eyes are.

"Call me Bucky, Doll." He comments as Steve claps his hand over his shoulder, shaking his body as you're thrown into conversation with the two men.

It's a strange sight, seeing Steve being thrown around by whom you learned to be his childhood best friend turned business partner some years ago. Though you must admit that you like Bucky, he seems like a good influence on Steve.

"Here, I'll go grab up some more drinks," Steve offers, standing up to press a kiss to your cheek before striding off to the bar leaving you and Bucky alone.

"You know I gotta admit Doll, I'm real surprised that Steve's found someone." Bucky muses, fixing his collar before turning to you. Your expression is full of confusion as you silently press him to explain himself.

"After Peggy, I really didn't think the kid had it in him to love again, but here we are." He smiles, it's not malicious or venomous, it's a genuine smile but your heart has dropped into your stomach and all you can hear is the ringing in your ears.

"Peggy?" Is all you can manage to ask as your heart begins to hammer in your chest.

"Steve's ex-wife, he didn't tell you about her?" Bucky asks and suddenly he's got a remorseful, regretful look on his face as you shake your head, "no."

"Paris has the best champagne," Steve breaks the conversation as you look up to meet his eyes, trying to hide your hurt as you take the delicate flute between your fingers.

"I'm gonna go to the bathroom," you say with a tight-lipped smile. You don't wait a response, quickly seeking out the nearest bathroom before you're holding yourself over the sink, trying to calm your breathing.

Bucky's words continue to replay in your mind, an ex-wife, an ex-wife that he chose to keep secret? You felt tears brimming your eyes and you wanted to scold yourself for thinking a man of his power had no dirty secrets.

How ironic to have your heart broken in the city of love.

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nasaty · 3 years

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Vieux Carré

Shouta Aizawa x (she/her) reader. Angst, fluff, and smut! This is a choose your own ending! There are three separate endings and a few choices. 15 part series.

TW: Panic attack things. Ends up fine.

Ch. 5

The next morning, you found yourself thinking of him as you woke up. You picked up your phone and dialed his number.

“Hey Eraser. You around today?”

“Of course. I’ll make my self around for you.”

His deep voice made you shutter. God, he was such a flirt. Maybe he just does this to all women, or men, or anyone. Maybe he just does it to be an ass.

“I’m working again tonight if you and Hizashi want to come by later.” You offered.

“We’ll come before patrolling tonight this time so we don’t end up ditching you again.” You could practically hear him wink.

“Okay, well we don’t open until 6pm”

“That’s alright, we don’t patrol till 11 tonight anyway.”

“Damn that sucks. You really have no time to sleep.”

“Yeah��I only really sleep in between school and patrol…if you don’t count my naps in class,” he mumbled.

You giggled, “So you usually sleep around the time you’re going to come to the bar then? Will you be okay?”

“Oh yeah I’m always tired. It’s okay. I’ll have someone do a presentation in class tomorrow while I sleep.”

“HAH is that what thats for?”

“Absolutely, I don’t really trust anyone else to teach my kids for me.”

Somehow that seemed kind of sweet. Maybe recovery girl was right, he is a softy.

“So you really like teaching then?”

“Oh absolutely not.”

You cracked up. You could tell he was beaming on the other side of the phone.

“Well maybe I’ll get to hear about it tonight then.”

“We’ll see.” He brings back that playfulness again.

“I’ll talk to you later, Eraser.”

“Please, call me Shouta”

“Alright, Shouta, see you later tonight.”

“See you tonight, y/n.”

The sound of his voice saying your name made you feel warm.

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The evening came and you made your way to the bar. You flipped the sign over for the nth time in your life, and couple minutes later Hizashi and Shouta showed up followed by another woman.

She was tall with legs for days, dark hair down to her ass and was wearing a skin tight suit, visually differed quite a bit from the two men. She’s intimidatingly attractive and has a sultry look on her face. You couldn’t tell if you want to fuck her or be her.

“HEYYY y/n!!! This place is NEAT. Hope it’s okay that we brought a friend, she’s a hero too. Her name is Midnight.”

“So you guys travel in packs?” You joke.

Hizashi laughed loud and hard and smacked his knee. The other two chuckled and Shouta plugged his ear that was closest to Hizashi with his finger. You turned to Midnight.

“Nice to meet you Midnight, I’m y/n.” You held your hand out to shake.

“Please, call me Nemuri. Or anything you’d like, I’ll listen to you call me whatever you want-“ you blushed she turned your hand and pulled it to her to kiss it -

Shouta’s hand flew in and smacked Nemuris away. He rolled his eyes “Nemuri, keep yourself off of her please.” He looked even more tired that usual somehow.

“Oh I’m sure she doesn’t mind…” she winked at you, then leaned over to Hizashi. “Did you already call dibs or something?” She tries to ask him quietly. Hizashi opens his mouth to speak but is interrupted.

“Nemuri. She is a person.” Shouta breathed.

You giggle at their back and forth and change the subject, “What would you guys like to drink?”

Hizashi got some sort of fruity drink and Nemuri copied him. They had halfway downed it before you got to Shouta. Shouta said he didn’t need anything.

“Shouta come on, just because you were a shit last time doesnt mean you can’t have something today” you teased.

“LAST TIME?” Hizashi exclaimed.

“Oh so YOU called dibs.” Nemuri deduced looking at Shouta.

Shouta looked at them surprised and shrunk down in his seat, blush across his face. He was so shy around everyone else it was surprising he said so much to you.

“He showed up the other night and made himself a drink, it was pretty funny.” You told them.

They both turned to him with their jaws on the floor. He deserved this. You got put on the spot multiple times the other day and covered for him, so he could take a little teasing from his friends tonight.

“Daaaaamn Eraser, that’s bold!” Hizashi said.

As they were relentlessly teasing him, you looked over to Shouta and tried to determine what kind of drink he may like. Probably something with coffee in it for tonight.

You made him a White Russian and slid it over to him with a smirk. He mouthed a ‘thank you’ as they continued to berate him. You kept working as a couple other customers were in the bar, but the bar was never busy, especially on a cold night like this.

They spend time joking around and teasing, inviting you into conversation whenever there was a lull in work to do. They drank a few drinks and ended with some waters, paid out their tab and tipped generously.

“We gotta do this again sometime, y/n!” Nemuri says.

“Yeah next time let’s go somewhere where you don’t have to work!” Hizashi adds.

“See ya around” Shouta breathed as all three of them walked out.

You finished your shift at around 4am, later than usual but there were a few people hanging around late and you didn’t mind since you didn’t work the next day. You closed up, cleaned up, and went out the back door to walk home. You heard a voice from nowhere.

“Could I walk you home?” In the distance, Shouta emerged from the shadows. You jumped, it had reminded you of the night when you met and that villain attacked you.

“Shit Shouta…you scared the shit out of me…” You tried to calm down but your body disobeyed you and you started shaking.

“Heh I didn’t think I was that scary-“ He stopped and noticed your behavior. “Are you okay…?” He made his way towards you cautiously and gently.

“I….no…I don’t know...” your face went hot and tears stung your eyes. You sat on the ground to get your bearings. Your stomach twisted. Shouta ran over to you as you fell.

“Can I…?” He held his hands near each of your shoulders to ask permission to touch you but you nodded before he could even finish asking. He put his hands on either side of you and rubbed your arms up and down slowly, “it’s okay….everything is okay… I’m so sorry.”

You sat on the ground with your arms wrapped around yourself and tried to steady your breathing.

He pleaded. “Can I do anything to help? Do you want me to shut up?”

You shook your head no at both questions. He was actually helping just a little. It’d been a long time since you’d had a panic attack.

As you both sat on the ground outside the back of the bar in the dim light for a few minutes, he continued to soothe you with his words and held you in his arms.

After some time you calmed down a little and were able to speak, “We need to put a bell on you or something.”

He chuckled and gave you a pitiful smile. “I can live with that... What’s going on, do you want to talk about it?” He said as he pushed a hair away from your face.

You shake your head no, “I’m okay…thank you for taking care of me.”

“Of course, it’s my job.” he winked.

“No it’s not.”

“No…it’s not. But I’ll do it anyway. Can I please give you a walk home?” He asked.

You appreciated that he asked to just walk with you rather than assuming or asking if you wanted assistance. Of course you didn’t want it, you didn’t want it to be necessary. But unfortunately it was as you had seen before.

“Yes please.”

He stood and held out his arms out to you to help you up.

“Are you good to walk?”

“Yeah… I think I’m fine.”

You started to walk home in still silence for a few minutes.

“…I thought you were on patrol? That’s not a long shift,” you asked.

“Hizashi and I overlap…and…I was worried about you.”

“What happened to ‘seems like you could handle it’?”

“You shouldn’t have to handle it.”

Damn. He actually listened to you.

“I…thank you.” You said.

“Anytime.” He offered. His voice was so pure and caring you could melt.

As you made it back to your house, he walked you to the door.

“We’ll have to do this again sometime. Well not …this specifically..just like-“

You laughed “I get it, Shouta.” He smiled.

On the porch, you gazed at each other softly for a moment, and somehow it wasn’t awkward. You realized that you want to kiss him. Badly.

“I…uh…” not knowing what to say, you just moved forward to lean against his chest and kiss him. Slow enough that he could step back if he didn’t want to, but, he didn’t step back.

He kissed very gently. His lips were slightly chapped but soft, and his stubble grazed against your chin. He reached up slowly to hold your face in his hand, resting his thumb on your jaw. You eventually pulled away.

He hummed. “…I’ve been wanting to do that for a while,” he admitted, blushing and looking away.

“Do you want to come inside?” You said, turning and putting your keys in the lock. ‘Maybe I could’ve worded that differently’ you thought.

“I would, but ….I think you’re a little too fragile tonight. I don’t want to take advantage of your emotions like that. Maybe another night if you still want me to? Sorry if that’s….rude.”

“Thank you, Shouta.” You beamed.

“What did I do?” He sounded excited to have done some good.

“You’re just…sweet.”

He blushed and hummed happily.

“I’ll see you around, y/n. Call me if you need anything.”

“Goodnight Shouta.”

“Goodnight.”

Go to ch. 6

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sickybubbies · 3 years

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A/n: Y'all I realised there's really not enough pregnant Jungkook on here with Jikook ofc I'm a sucker for them lately. Anyway, sorry for the crappy ending, enjoy!

TW: Emeto, Mpreg

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"You alright babe?" Jimin rasps, leaning up so he was perching on his elbow as he squints his eyes where he could make out a faint figure of Jungkook half climbing; hauling himself onto the bed under the early greys of the morning.

"Mhmm," Jungkook hums quietly for a response, grimacing at the acid like texture in his throat that he was left with after throwing up. It was raw and strained, and Jungkook didn't like it one bit. He huffs and slips a hand under his shirt to hold on to his pudgy stomach, for two reasons. It was pushing past the waistline of his sweats from how bloated he was, after expelling the contents of his stomach routinely which tires him out endlessly and he wants to rip his insides out.

But Jungkook decides to be forgiving, because he's a few weeks into carrying the beautiful baby that he and Jimin had always dreamed about having. The pair had spent days and nights, with Jimin's head on Jungkook's torso as they both squabbled about how they'd raise their child way back in the boyfriend phase. (“One baby with your short genes, one with my tall genes and my good looks, how's that sound?" "Yah!") Jungkook reminds himself that it was all gonna be worth it in the end, it's always worth it. He imagines just how bright Jimin's eyes were to get once their baby was here, if it wasn't bright enough when Jungkook told him the news of his pregnancy; he fears he'd metaphorically go blind from his joy.

"I've just been sick." He murmurs, leaning back onto the headboard. Jungkook slouches, the energy sucked out of his bones as he shuts his eyes to hopefully regroup himself.

Jimin hums in acknowledgement, more awake now that he was aware of his husband's strife and leans over to press a generous kiss to his forehead. He wasn't going to let the younger deal with it alone, though the ones he accidentally sleeps through he's always up and at his service when needed and to smother him in love for afterwards.

"I thought you were gonna. I could hear your tummy all night going squelch squelch" He mumbles playfully, hoping it would lighten the dreadful atmosphere. Jimin places a hand on Jungkook's stomach and begins to rub circles into it, hoping it would ease him some.

The latter's abs had begun to disappear and his stomach was slightly dome shaped from the swell he had, his skin was softer and squishier the closer he gets to the second trimester and Jimin couldn't keep his hands off of Jungkook. In his defense, his husband looked adorable pregnant, he adored the sight so much and loved the tiny being to bits already.

"Shut up Chim, listening to you is making me wanna vomit again" Jungkook groans, shifting on the mattress so he could get comfortable and pressing a fist to his lips as he feels his stomach fizzle up and an airy burp escape from his lips.

Jimin pouts, he begins carding through Jungkook's soft purple hair. "Still feel bad? Aren't you supposed to feel better after bringing everything up?" He questions, his heart clenching as he watches Jungkook's face begin to pale and paint a tinge of green.

Jungkook shrugs. "Dunno about that hyung, I don't feel better at all. I feel queasy" He admits, he'd learnt to vocalize to the older about how he felt; if he doesn't it's gonna end up with another one of Jimin's shirts in the wash, trust he's been there and learnt his lesson.

"My baby…" Jimin coos softly, propping up next to him and wrapping an arm around his shoulders. He keeps his fingers in Jungkook's hair, looking down at him and kissing the crown of his head as he slowly scratches his scalp. He holds the younger tighter when he stiffens and moans, his brows furrowing from the pain and havoc the nausea was causing in Jungkook's stomach from how he nuzzles his nose into Jimin's chest. "It's one of those days huh? Crackers and water, maybe some ginger ale if we feel less stubborn. How long does lil' bean plan to keep you sick for anyways?"

"That feels nice..." Jungkook mumbles out, relaxing a little. Jimin's soft yet aimless conversations helped keep him distracted, and so were his gentle touches they did a great job in lulling him to sleep.

Speaking of which, Jungkook is just about to drift into dreamland in the comfort of Jimin's arms when his stomach churns again. He feels a splash of bitter bile in the back of his throat, almost like the residue of sick that was still sitting at his throat from earlier. He almost sits upright, clenching his throat and covering his mouth as he belches. It catches Jimin's attention.

"Jungkookie, Jungkookie" Jimin says in a haste, cursing under his breath as he looks around for anything Jungkook to spew in without jostling his stomach too much. His eyes drawing back to the younger one in worry when he next hears a wet gag which meant he couldn't hold on any longer now that his hand was leaving his mouth.

Jimin looks around and finds the glass bowl he had on his side table which Jungkook had brought him months back, he sighs in relief. It was stashed with a bunch of sweets and random bits that he's quickly dumping out. He snags it up and under Jungkook's chin, straightening up with him and clicking his tongue when Jungkook whines and protests.

"It's okay, Jungkookie it's okay, do it here. In here babe, I'll clean it don't worry. It's just a bowl" He assures softly, lowering it slightly so it wasn't right in his face as he slowly massages the back of his neck.

Jungkook whimpers, feeling his stomach slosh and his muscles tense as he wraps an arm around his middle. He barely registers Jimin turning the lamp on before he's disgorging a stream of vomit into the bowl.

He pants and grunts, jolting with a hiccup. His breath gets caught in his throat and he gags, coughing and spluttering before more chunky liquid is brought up which splashes into the bowl. Jungkook squeezes his eyes shut, just the fact that it looked so much like his dinner still sent his stomach into another wheel.

"That's it, let it out Kookie, my sweet boy." Jimin hums, digging under the sick man's shirt and rubbing up and down his arched back. He grimaces when Jungkook retches again, throwing up even more which makes his heart ache.

"You're doing well bun, I'm so proud of you. Keep going until you feel like you've finished" He encourages, kissing his shoulder and pulling him closer before pausing when Jungkook sobs.

"H-hyung…" Jungkook chokes out, hiccuping as fat tears roll down his rosy and embarrassed cheeks. Usually, he's never one to cry so easily but pregnancy hormones had him spiralling into a pouty and emotional wreckage in a flash. Something was gnawing at him.

"Jungkookie" Jimin whispers so he didn't startle him, stroking his hair back as he listened.

"W-why this bowl… I got you it f-for our anniversary!" Jungkook cries out making Jimin flinch, his mouth wide in realisation now that Jungkook's refusal to puke earlier was because he didn't want to do it in such a meaningful, meaningful bowl. He forgot Jungkook was so peculiar about the little things.

"Y-you could've gotten-" Jungkook hiccups. "A-another bowl o-or the trashcan. I w-worked so hard to get you this. Do you know how much it cost me on our holiday? N-now I've been sick in it i-it's all ruined I fucking h-hate you" He rambles, in the spur of his overriding emotions he misses Jimin's amused expression.

"Cute" He murmurs under his breath with a quiet chuckle, wiping his tears with his sleeve. "I'm sorry. I'll clean it up, squeaky clean and good as new. You won't even remember that you've been sick in it. I'm serious!" Jimin's voice raises a pitch as Jungkook looks at him unconvinced, his doe eyes still holding tears.

"Gimmie a kiss" He giggles, crawling forward while moving the bowl away as Jungkook groans loudly and scrunches his nose and tilts his head back. "A-ah ew no I've literally- Jimin I just puke-" He stammers, pursing his lips as Jimin eventually steals a kiss from him.

His tears were dry now, the fit subsided and it was only laughter and giggles together even if Jungkook's morning was off to a rough start Jimin always made it better.

#bts emeto #bts sickfic #bts mpreg #pregnant!jungkook #caring!jimin #sick!jungkook #tw mpreg #tw emeto #if you don't like it avoid pls

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daddyjackfrost · 3 years

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okay heyy 🥰 do you write for lev? How about Lev + 34 👀

heyyy🥰🥰🥰🥰 i do now!

prompt 34: “If I gave you a chance, would you take it?”

hurt/comfort (aged up!) (bye this isn’t even hurt??)

lev x f!reader

You tapped your foot, irritated. Lev is late again, and you had just about had enough.

You had met Lev a couple of months ago. You had just found a new coffee house and it quickly grew on you. Coincidentally, it was Lev’s favourite coffee house.

You didn’t spot Lev, though you often wonder how you could’ve missed him. Lev spotted you. Tucked away in a secluded corner, your face covered by you favourite book. The Secret History. It wasn’t until you felt a tap on your book that you realized Lev was trying to talk about you.

You still remember what he said.

“That’s my favourite book! I feel like I identify with Richard too much.”

Instantly, you were intrigued with the insanely tall grey haired man. You remember how his green eyes pierced your own, and the way your cheeks flushed when you took in how good looking he was.

Sighing, you pushed your chair back and stood up, grabbing your iced coffee. Lev had asked you out to coffee today but he didn’t even show up. It had happened three times now, and you had enough.

You knew how demanding his job was. Modelling was not easy, and you prided Lev for working so hard, but it didn’t feel nice to be stood up.

You grabbed your purse and walked out the coffee house, tired and slightly embarrassed.

As you walked, you tried not to think about Lev. After he had said he identified with Richard Papen, you invited him to sit, and from there on, you and Lev became fast friends. Obviously, it was very hard not too fall for the model. Not only were his good looks just overwhelming, his personality was capturing. His catlike slanted green eyes were intimidating, but when he opened his mouth, all that intimidation was thrown out the window.

Lev was a slightly childish and cheerful guy, and he had wedged his way into your heart.

“Y/N! Y/N! Wait!”

You didn’t stop. You didn’t need Lev to look at you with those piercing eyes, because you knew you would forgive him, but you were quite sick of being stood up.

A firm hand grabbed your shoulder, halting you. You shrugged the hand off and turned around, meeting Lev’s covered eyes.

He wore sunglasses and a hat, trying very weakly to cover his identity.

“Y/n, hold on. I’m sorry.”

You tilted your head up to look at him. Lev looked down at you with guilty eyes, but you didn’t waver. You liked him, but did you like his lifestyle?

“Sorry, Haiba. I have somewhere to be.”

You didn’t even manage to take a step before Lev had grabbed your arm, gently.

Pleading, he looked down at you. Lev knew he was late. God, he knew. But he couldn’t escape his manager.

“I’m so sorry. Let’s go for coffee right now?”

You both looked down at the coffee in your hand and he cringed, rubbing the back of his neck.

You tried to smile at him. It didn’t matter how much you liked him. Your lives differed, and you didn’t belong in his lifestyle. You knew that, and it was time he did too.

Taking a couple steps back, you gripped your bag tighter.

“Lev.”

Lev looked at you at your voice.

Flexing your fingers anxiously, you took a deep breath. “I think you’re really cool, but I don’t think we should continue... whatever this is. You’re busy all the time, and I don’t like the feeling of being forgotten. Let’s just part ways, yeah?”

You wanted to end what hadn’t even started yet. There was no point in getting attached or create expectations when you knew you would just be disappointed in the end.

Lev looked down at you with wide eyes. The model wasn’t used to having people not want to be in his company.

“You...you’re sure? I promise I won’t be late again. Scouts honour.”

Your lips lifted into a small smile at the attempt at humour, but you both knew he was lying. Lev was late to a lot of things, and it turns out he was too late here too.

You nodded softly. It’s not that it didn’t hurt, it did, but you didn’t have high expectations. You were just you, and Lev, well Lev was so much more. A previous volleyball player and now model. There was no place for you in his world, not with your ordinary self.

“Yeah.”

You didn’t let any more conversation happen. Smiling at him, you turned around and walked away.

Though, absent minded to you, you were the first person to walk away from Lev Haiba, and he hated it.

*** 4 Months Later ***

Stupid, is what you are. You honestly thought that you would last see Lev that day, but you had forgotten that you lived in the heart of the city, in an apartment.

You woke up to a shirtless billboard of Lev Haiba every day since that day.

It was ironic really.

Every time you looked at the billboard, which was at least once a day, you couldn’t help but think about what could have been. What would your life look like right now if you hadn’t cut Lev off?

Shrugging, you lulled yourself to your kitchen. You had an early shift at the library and you wanted to eat before you got there.

You had only opened your fridge door when the bell rang.

Sighing, and then slamming the door closed, you trudged to the door, pulling it open.

Your breath hitched when your eyes fell on the man that had plagued your thoughts for the last four months.

Lev stared at you with wide eyes, out of breath. He couldn’t stop thinking about you since that day, and every day since, he hated himself from losing you.

Lev was in the middle of a photoshoot when he saw his copy of The Secret History. Admittedly, Lev only read the book because he saw you reading it at the coffee house before he introduced himself. He had noticed the way your eyes never wavered from the page, completely mesmerized by the ink of the page.

So, later that night, Lev bought a copy and started reading it. He finished it two days later, and when he went to get coffee the next day, he only hoped you were still reading it.

The coffee house wasn’t the first place Lev had seen you. It was like fate was trying it’s very best to push you two together. First, Lev had seen you run across the street while he was in his car. Then, he saw you in the park outside his agency.

That day at the coffee house, Lev had planned to officially ask you on a date. He was sick of pushing fate out of the way. Damn his job, he just wanted a nice evening with you.

Not being able to see you or even text you over the last four months had killed Lev. He had grown attached, and though his friends always teased him about it, he had never felt this way about anyone before.

You gripped the door harder, blinking a few times, trying to wake up in case you were sleeping.

“Y/n...” Lev whispered.

You noticed the crinkles in his suit, and the way his usually parted hair was now a mess.

“Lev? What are you doing here?”

Lev blanked. He had planned to pour his heart out to you, but now that he stood here, he felt stupid. You were the one who had cut it off, whatever it was you two had. You were the one who walked away, and it looked like you didn’t regret it.

Oh how wrong Lev was. Because you did regret it.

Swallowing the lump in his throat, Lev straighten himself out.

“Y/n, I... I can’t. I tried really hard to forget about you. I tired so hard to just move on, but I couldn’t. I like you, y/n. Too much. Way too much. It’s killing me inside and I don’t know why I feel like this.”

You stared at Lev with wide eyes. Was he... serious? Lev liked you? No. That can’t be.

You pursed your lips, but when you eyes his clenched fists, your eyes softened.

Letting go of the door, you stood straight, hugging yourself.

“If I gave you a chance, would you take it? And not just to try it out, I mean really take it? I don’t do short infatuations, Lev. I’ve had bad luck at relationships, and I need to know that you’re all in.”

Lev nodded, his eyes desperate. “We haven’t even known each other for long, but it kills me to not have you in my life. I know my lifestyle is hard, but I promise I’ll try to make it work. I promise I’ll put you before everything else.” Lev took a few steps closer to you. “I’m all in.”

You smiled at the man, and opened your door wider.

The library could wait.

BYE I DONT LIKE THIS.

what are the chances of me taking this down tomorrow and rewriting it?

i’d say 98%

this is such soft hurt/comfort. hmmm. real hardcore angst coming soon! this is too soft for me

LOOK AT THIS PIC OF LEV THO. IM SORRY IDK THE ARTIST, ALL CREDIT TO THEM THO.

@elektrosonix @h-grangerstudies @snoozless

oh my pls just step on me

#haikyuu #haikyuu x reader #haikyuu!!#lev haikyuu #lev haiba #haikyuu fluff #haikyuu scenarios #hq prompts

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reinerispretty · 4 years

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rotations. (zuko x f!reader) pt23

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“It’s my fault mostly, I think. I pushed him away when I shouldn’t have and I didn’t tell him why. Then today, everything seemed normal again.” (Y/N) laughed. “I guess I don’t really know what normal is for Zuko and I anymore.”

Zuko had been gone for a few months. He had missed his own eighteenth birthday, as well as (Y/N’s) seventeenth. Sometimes he sent messenger hawks back home, indicating that all was well and he would return shortly, but that was the extent of his messages. Every time she saw a hawk fly into the palace, (Y/N) felt her chest tighten in anticipation of what Zuko would say. Did he find his mother? Would she be returning home with him? What had she been doing all of this time? (Y/N) didn’t like having more questions than answers.

During Zuko’s absence, she and Ren became a lot closer. She had fun on the few dates they had gone on and enjoyed his company, but she wasn’t quite sure if she was ready to call him her boyfriend. After all, the first boyfriend she had broke up with her because of the boy she had loved her entire life who now had a girlfriend, so she didn’t have the best of luck in the boyfriend department.

But there was also part of her that urged her to take a chance on Ren. He was kind and smart and loved to hear about her adventures, and he was the first person she had ever befriended that wasn’t in her immediate group. He was different than anything she had experienced before. He had never fought anyone if it wasn’t for practicing earthbending and he certainly had never feared for his life. He liked to drink tea and create tiny creatures for her using his bending. He was normal. (Y/N) liked normal.

She had been walking the halls of the palace with Ren when she noticed the servants all begin running around. Confused, she stopped one to ask what was going on. Her reflexes immediately prepared for a fight, but calmed once she saw the excited smile on the servant girl’s face. “The Fire Lord and his mother are arriving!”

(Y/N) would feel a little bit bad later, for leaving Ren behind, but in that moment she darted out of the palace and into the courtyard, where a large carriage was pulling up. She walked down the steps with her robes billowing behind her and ignored the servants hushed whispers about what a proper royal greeting was. She ran up to the carriage and flung the door open before the servants could. Zuko’s face appeared first, only inches from hers, and a smile slowly crept onto his features. She let him crawl out of the carriage before wrapping him in a hug.

“Don’t ever leave for that long again!” She exclaimed, punching him lightly in the shoulder.

“Ow!” He feigned hurt, rubbing his arm. “You could’ve come with me, you know.”

“Someone had to keep this place running.” She rolled her eyes playfully before diverting them back to the carriage. Another man stepped out with a little girl who could be no older than five. (Y/N) looked at Zuko quizzically before the final passenger exited.

When she was younger, (Y/N) thought that Ursa was the prettiest woman in the Fire Nation. She had been so different from the rest of the royal family. Her kindness exuded from her. Ursa had always been able to tell when (Y/N) was upset and talked her through some of the more difficult issues she had experienced with her parents. Despite being royalty, she had never treated (Y/N) any differently than her other children. She had been the mother that (Y/N) always wanted.

So for those very reasons, (Y/N) could not help her eyes from welling with tears when she stared at Ursa’s face. She tried her best to hold back her tears so that she could speak. “I don’t know if you remember me, but--”

“(Y/N),” Ursa said. “Of course I remember you.” And (Y/N) couldn’t help but throw herself at Ursa and wrap her arms around her. Ursa held her tight and stroked her hair like she used to when she was a child.

She pulled away, wiping violently at the tears that streamed down her face. She gave the group a small smile. “Sorry, I really thought I’d be able to control myself better.”

“(Y/N), this is my husband, Noren,” Ursa gestured to the man standing beside her. (Y/N) gave him a curt smile and a bow.

“Zuko has told us a lot about you,” Noren said. She looked back to see Zuko’s face turn a shade of bright red.

“Good things, I hope.”

Ursa gestured down to the little girl at Noren’s side. “And this is Kiyi, our daughter.” (Y/N) bent down to Kiyi’s level and stuck out her hand for her to shake.

“Hi, Kiyi,” She said softly. “I’m (Y/N), Zuko’s friend.”

“Zuzu,” Kiyi said quietly, before hiding behind her father’s leg. The statement surprised (Y/N), because there was only one other person in the world who called him that. And she just so happened to be missing from this happy reunion. She looked at Zuko again and he gave her a slight shake of his head, indicating that they would discuss Azula later.

“Who is that?” Noren asked, nodding his head toward Ren. (Y/N’s) eyes opened wide as she realized she had completely forgotten about him in the excitement.

“Oh!” She exclaimed, running back to Ren to pull him toward the group. “I’m so sorry, we were walking around the palace before you guys got here. This is Ren! My--”

“Her boyfriend,” Ren said with a smile, giving a bow to Zuko and his family. “It’s truly an honor to meet all of you. Especially you, Fire Lord, I’ve heard so much about you.”

(Y/N) watched as Zuko’s pleasant smile turned into a deep frown. She took a step away to distance herself from Ren before putting a smile on her own face. “You all have been traveling for so long, why don’t I ask the kitchens to put a nice dinner together?”

“We’d love that!” Ursa said cheerfully. If she had caught on to the awkward moment, she gave no indication. “Will you be joining us, Ren?”

“I’d rather this just be a family affair,” Zuko said. (Y/N) knew that tone. He was angry, but she didn’t know why.

“No problem!” Ren said with a smile. He grabbed (Y/N’s) hand. “You can have dinner at my house, if you’d like.”

“(Y/N) is family,” Zuko stared down at Ren disapprovingly.

“I’ll see you tomorrow,” (Y/N) said, desperate to get everyone out of the tense situation. He turned to her and smiled once more before kissing her on the cheek and walking away. (Y/N) felt her face heat up, but she wasn’t sure if it was from flattery or embarrassment.

At dinner, Zuko and (Y/N) walked Ursa and Noren through their past few years together, starting at Zuko’s banishment and finishing right before he left to find his mother. Kiyi sat quietly at the dinner table, playing with her noodles.

“Does the palace still make fruit tarts?” Ursa questioned. Both (Y/N) and Zuko nodded.

“They can make whatever you’d like,” Zuko said, but Ursa shook her head.

“I’d like a fruit tart. If there’s one thing I’ve missed besides the two of you, it’s those tarts.” The servants left the dining room immediately to prepare the treat. “Fruit tarts are the reason (Y/N) and Zuko are such close friends.”

“Oh?” Noren raised an eyebrow. “I’m sure that’s an interesting story.”

“Not as interesting as you might think,” (Y/N) admitted. “I came to Zuko’s tenth birthday party and all the fruit tarts were gone, so he snuck me down to the kitchens to get some more.”

“I still remember the look on Little (Y/N’s) face when she saw me catch them,” Ursa laughed.

“As a nine year old, I found the royal family to be very intimidating!”

“You don’t now?” Zuko asked, a hint of a playful smile at his lips. (Y/N) scoffed.

“You’re about as intimidating as a turtle duck.” They all erupted into laughter. (Y/N) couldn’t help but think that this is what home felt like.

---

On the rare occasion that (Y/N) couldn’t sleep, she liked walking out to the pond and sitting in the moonlight. It was one of the few moments when her life was actually peaceful and while she usually sat alone, she liked to pretend that Yue was sitting right beside her.

That night, (Y/N) tried her hardest to get to sleep, but she couldn’t. Her mind raced with the days’ events. She was so excited to reunite with Ursa and meet her family, but she was also confused as to why Ren would so boldly put a label on their relationship when it wasn’t something they had discussed. She also couldn’t figure out why Zuko was upset. (Y/N) hated not knowing things, so she chose to walk down to the pond to hopefully clear her head.

When she arrived, Ursa was already sitting by the edge of the pond. She noticed (Y/N’s) presence almost immediately and pat the grass beside her. “A lot on your mind?”

(Y/N) sighed. “You have no idea.”

“I used to come here whenever I had something to think about, too. I’m here to listen, if you need it.”

“I don’t know how much Zuko has told you about me, but before he left, our relationship was sort of...bad. We had become very distant from each other.”

“Why is that?”

“I think, for you two, normal is being together. Whatever that might entail.” (Y/N) stared at Ursa for a moment before turning to the pond to mull over what she meant. After a brief lull in conversation, Ursa spoke again. “How long have you and Ren been together?”

(Y/N) shrugged. “A few months? We’ve gone on a few dates and I liked spending time with him, but today was the first day he had ever called himself my boyfriend.”

“That’s good news, isn’t it?” The truth was, (Y/N) wasn’t so sure. She knew he meant well, but she couldn’t shake the feeling that today hadn’t been the best day to say something like that.

“Maybe,” was all (Y/N) could say. She hated being like this. She thought she had grown into someone who was sure of herself. Now, her emotions were one scrambled mess. She couldn’t quite tell how she felt about anyone. “Why are you sitting out here?”

“Being here brings back many memories. Some happy, others not so much.” Ursa smiled at her. “I’m sure you’ve come to realize the intricacies of palace life.” (Y/N) nodded.

“Zuko and I have spent a long time trying to figure out who to trust.”

“At least you know you can trust each other.” Ursa paused for a moment, as if she wasn’t sure if she should say what she was about to say. “I was very happy when Zuko told me you were still in his life. You were set on such different paths after his banishment. I’m glad he had someone like you to come back to.”

“It took a while,” (Y/N) admitted. “A long while. But we got there eventually.”

“I believe that the strongest relationships are held together by unbreakable strings. No matter where you go, you will always have Zuko.” Ursa punctuated her sentence with a yawn. “We should get to bed. I heard some servants whispering about a celebratory breakfast. And lunch.”

---

Weeks passed and Zuko became increasingly happier in his position as Fire Lord. Having his mother around stepfather around was a nice treat and he was thoroughly enjoying getting closer with his half-sister, Kiyi. Even his relationship with (Y/N) felt like it was starting to improve again. The only downside to everything was Ren.

Zuko didn’t like Ren from the moment (Y/N) brought him over, but he had tried to hide that from her. When Ren introduced himself as her boyfriend, Zuko felt an anger rise in him that he had never experienced before. Sure, he had been a little jealous when (Y/N) was with Sokka, but he knew Sokka was a good person at heart and would treat her kindly no matter what. He could trust Sokka with (Y/N). Every fiber of his being told him not to trust Ren. He wasn’t sure why, but his own instincts hadn’t failed him recently. So whenever he could, he would insert himself into their walks or conversations. He tried to play it off as friendliness, but he could tell that (Y/N) knew something was off.

Zuko had been walking down one of the less-traveled corridors of the palace since his meeting had ended early. When he had a foggy mind, he liked to clear his head by walking around the expansive halls. He usually ended his walks feeling refreshed.

Zuko was surprised when he heard voices coming from one of the rooms in the hall. He followed the voices to the very end of the hall, where the door had been left slightly ajar. Zuko peered through the crack in the door and saw Ren talking to his father, a very wealthy Earth Kingdom aristocrat.

“How are things with the girl?” His father asked.

“Very well! She and I spend all of our free time together when the Fire Lord isn’t around.” Zuko frowned.

“And she’s falling for you?”

“Definitely. She’s a giggly mess whenever I’m around. I plan on proposing by the end of the year.”

This nearly sent Zuko to the ground. He hadn’t realized that (Y/N) and Ren were far enough along in their relationship to consider marriage. (Y/N) hadn’t even mentioned it to Zuko.

“She has no clue what you’re doing, correct?”

“Not one. When she’s not with me, she’s busy running around for the Fire Lord.”

“Excellent,” Ren’s father drawled. “With her as an addition to our family, we’ll be able to get the Fire Lord to do anything we want.”

“He’s practically in love with her. He’ll do anything she says, I guarantee it.”

Zuko realized that that was the real reason why Ren wanted to be with (Y/N). He didn’t care for her at all, he simply wanted to use her connection to him to further his family’s political advances. The anger inside of him burned hot and bright, and it took everything in him to not send a fireball at them right then. Instead, he walked away.

When Zuko found Ren and his father again, they were on their way out of the palace. “Wait!” Zuko called out, running down the steps to catch up to them. His guards followed him like shadows. Ren and his father turned around and bowed at him.

“Fire Lord Zuko,” Ren’s father said. “To what do we owe this pleasure?”

“I would like to inform the two of you that you are no longer welcome in the Fire Nation. From this moment on, you are banished from our land.”

“What?” Ren asked, his jaw dropping in disbelief. Zuko turned to face him.

“I heard all about your little plan to marry (Y/N) to get me to do your bidding. I knew I didn’t like you from the first day that I met you. I didn’t know until today that there was an actual reason.”

“You’re insane,” Ren spat, just as his father said, “This is all a misunderstanding.”

Zuko set his jaw and raised his chin high. “I know what I heard. I am Fire Lord Zuko and I will not tolerate conspiracy, regardless of who perpetrates it. For this reason, you are banished from the Fire Nation.” The guards seized the two men and dragged them off of the palace grounds as they shouted curses at Zuko.

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can-u-like-stop · 3 years

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Sitting Still With A Brain On Fire

Bucky Barnes x Sam Wilson

Sam gets shot on a mission, and Bucky hates it. Talking it through may take a little longer than normal people.

ao3 link: https://archiveofourown.org/works/31853911

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Bucky has been sitting on the couch in the living room staring at the blank tv for almost two hours now. Sam went out for a run to clear his head after they’d finished yelling their lungs out at each other, now he comes back to see Bucky in the exact same spot he left him. Almost too close to the exact same spot.

“That was so fucking irresponsible Sam,” Bucky had spat once Sam changed from his hospital gown.

“Irresponsible? What was I supposed to do? Let the damn kid die?” He asked, laughing Bucky off.

“You have the shield for a reason Sam, you don’t have to jump in front of bullets. What the hell was that?” Bucky’s tone rose.

Sam turned, raising an eyebrow, “so you think I don’t know how to use the shield?”

Bucky huffed, “no, that’s not what I’m saying.”

“Really? Cause it sounds like that’s what you’re saying. You think I should do better?” Sam challenged, getting pissed.

“No, that’s not what I meant. It’s just you could’ve fucking died, do you not see that?”

“We could die any day we’re out there, Buck, why the hell do you care so much?”

“I don’t,” Bucky sniped. “But the bullet might not have even hit the kid, you could’ve died, and they’d have to find another fucking Captain America for no goddamn reason.”

Sam’s chest clenched at Bucky’s words, does he really not care? The sensible part of Sam’s mind told him that Bucky was lying but Sam hadn’t been feeling too sensible at that moment.

“Yeah yeah alright, and what if the kid had died, huh? Who would they blame? That’s right, me. And it’d be another reason why I should step down, another reason that I’m not enough, another reason why a black man shouldn’t be Captain America. You don’t fucking get it sometimes, Bucky, I can’t just fight for myself.”

“You don’t… fucking get it…” Bucky murmured as he sat himself down on the couch, the ferocity in his expression melted into a dead look at the blank tv screen. Sam’s ego had tempted him to keep fighting but he’d heaved a sigh and grabbed a half-full water bottle from the kitchen counter.

“I’m going for a run.” He said, the only sign Bucky had heard him being the side eye that was thrown for a split second. Then Sam had headed straight out the door.

And here Bucky is now, his expression is the same mix between a glare and a blank slate. Sam stands in the middle of the room for a bit, eyeing Bucky. A weird feeling gets to Sam as he registers where he’d seen that look before, in Madripoor when Bucky was posing as the Winter Soldier. Sam sighs, putting the water bottle in the sink and walking over to Bucky. He sits down next to him, no response.

“The usual silent treatment, huh?” Sam asks.

Still no response.

“I can’t even remember what we were arguing about,” Sam chuckles but it just sounds sad when Bucky doesn’t even throw him a glare.

“Come on, Buck, I’m trying to, like, talk through things for once. Can you just look at me?”

The silence is deafening before Sam sighs again and tries to think back to the argument.

“I’m glad you care, man,” he starts, “I wouldn’t have wanted to die out there either. But I made my decision and I’ll always put myself on the line to protect people and you talking against that made me feel like- like you didn’t trust me to do the job, like you didn’t trust my leadership. And I-” Sam turns to look at the side of Bucky’s face. “I need you by my side, Buck, we’re partners.”

Bucky’s eye twitches, Sam watches with bated breath for a few seconds until he lets it out, leaning back into the couch as he realises Bucky isn’t going to be talking any time soon. Fine, Sam thinks, we’ve sat in silence before, we can do it again, I’ve said what I need to say, he concludes. He tilts his head back and rests it on the back of the couch, finally taking a deep breath for what seems like the first time since he left that morning for the mission. It’s difficult for him to get through to Bucky when he’s like this, shut off from the world. It irritates Sam sometimes but he realises that he does it as well. It’s not so much a ‘silent treatment’ as it is protecting yourself from saying something or doing something you’ll regret. But with Bucky, Sam realises, it may be different due to his time with HYDRA. Any sign of individual thought or emotion, would have been punished. It may take a while before Bucky tries to sort through his emotions without shutting them off first. And so, Sam waits for when Bucky’s ready to talk.

He’d want Bucky to do the same for him.

He may have dozed off for a bit, his exhaustion winning over his tension regarding Bucky, but he’s awoken by the sound and feel of the couch moving. Sam’s eyes shoot open and he looks toward ls Bucky, whose eyes have moved away from the tv screen and are on Sam. His face is still guarded but Sam can at least see he’s hurt. Sam lets Bucky stare for a bit until he finally speaks,

“I never want you to doubt that you are the one person I trust to be Captain America.” Contrary to his furrowed eyebrows, Bucky’s eyes are wide and honest. Sam wants to reach out and rub away the tension in his brow.

“I just… was thinking,” Bucky’s gaze drops down to the area of the couch between the two of them, “you could get hurt… you could die, I don’t-” Bucky’s voice drops to a murmur, “I don’t know what I’d do, man.” He looks back up at Sam, “you really scared me today.” He ends, holding his gaze.

Sam takes a deep breath and nods. He reaches out and puts his hand on Bucky’s shoulder.

“I’m sorry, I can imagine it was…” Sam thinks about what it would be like if Bucky had taken the bullet. Sam was unconscious for most of his hospital trip but he knows what it’s like to be stuck waiting to hear news about someone. The torture he’d feel if he were stuck there, helplessly waiting to know whether Bucky, someone he loved cared about, was alive.

“It would’ve been hard.” Sam finishes, squeezing Bucky’s shoulder before letting his hand drop down his arm. Bucky’s hand latches onto Sam’s, almost instinctively. As soon as it makes contact, though, it relaxes and lets Sam’s hand go again. Bucky whips his face away to peer outside, away from his lap where their hands lie. Sam’s heart thumps, doubting whether or not Bucky meant to do that. They don't usually have any qualms about physical contact but this is different. Sam thinks about what it would be like to take Bucky's hand and hold it to his lips. To smooth his thumb over it until Bucky relaxes. At this thought, Sam's hand inches towards Bucky’s, almost aching in anticipation until he picks Bucky’s hand up again to hold it. As soon as Sam does so, Bucky’s breaths start deepening, it’s only then that Sam realises the harsh rhythm Bucky had been breathing throughout the conversation.

“I’m glad we talked.” Sam says all of a sudden, startling himself. Bucky’s head turns to him, ignoring their hands.

“I was worried for a second there that you wouldn't talk for, I don’t know, like a day, and we’d never get it over with.” Bucky’s hand tightens around Sam’s ever so slightly.

“Sorry about that.” Bucky says, seeming ashamed. “I don’t know why I do that. I just like… close up or whatever.” Bucky looks down, Sam shakes his head.

“Nah man, it’s fine. You needed a moment.” You’re also probably not good at handling emotions on account of your lovely time with HYDRA, but that might be something to bring up with the therapist later, not now, Sam thinks.

“Well, now that moment’s over,” Bucky smirks, “and I can tell you how stupid you were for going for a fucking run after you took a bullet.” Bucky complains, looking back at Sam disapprovingly.

“Hey! I let you sit here and brood, I should be allowed to go have my run. It calms me down!” Sam protests, knowing full well he could feel his wound twinging throughout the entire run.

“Well,” Bucky lets go of Sam’s hand and gets up. “If you end up dying now, it’s your own damn fault.” He sasses, then starts walking down the hall. “I’m gonna have a shower I’ve been covered in dirt for too fucking long.” He complains.

Sam watches him go, the phantom feeling of their palms together still making his hand tingle. Sam knows he has his duty to protect people and he’d willingly give his life to do that. But it’s at times like these that he remembers why he’s always careful, so he can come home to Sarah and his nephews, and Bucky. If they need him even half as much as he needs them, he knows he’s gotta keep himself alive. He hears the shower turn on and he turns himself to lay across the couch, the smell of Bucky imprinted into the cushions eventually lulls Sam to sleep.

#sambucky #sambucky fic #bucky barnes x sam wilson

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rdmdani · 4 years

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Andante, Andante [SMUT]

word count: 4122

WARNING: SMUT

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After being seconds away from plummeting to your death in the Washington Monument, you were constantly on edge. Peter saved you in the nick of time, but there was still that feeling of pure panic coursing through your body the remainder of the day. Ned and MJ stood very close to you after the incident, seeing how anxious you were acting. Whenever someone would come up to you to interview about your near-death experience, MJ quickly shut them down while Ned held onto you. MJ was one of the only people who knew about your fear of heights. She even tried to talk you out of going up the monument. However Ned pleaded with you, saying he didn’t want to go alone. So you joined him… and quickly came to regret it.

When you got back to the hotel, Peter was sitting in your room waiting for you to come back. You smiled sadly, dropping your bag onto the ground and walking over to him, “Hug me please?”

Peter responded immediately, opening up his arms for you to walk into them. With a heavy sigh he pulled you into his lap, running his fingers through your hair calmingly, “You know I wish I could’ve stayed with you right?”

You nodded, snuggling yourself further into his neck, “I know… I get it.”

“There was nothing more that I wanted to do than to be there for you, but it’s more dangerous if people find out who I am,” he sighed, kissing the side of your head gingerly, “The last thing I want is for you to get hurt.”

You didn’t reply, you just let him hold you. MJ may have been one of the only to know of your fear, but Peter was the only one who knew why you feared it. When you were little, you watched as your sister took one too many steps off the edge of the roof at your old apartment. The two of you were playing tag. You went for her, but she jumped back. The back of her legs bumped into the edge of the railing, but it didn’t stop it. It tilted her body, sending her head first to the sidewalk underneath. For two weeks you couldn’t leave the house without seeing pieces of your sister. Ever since then, heights sent you into major panic and breakdowns. Peter is the only person who knows you were there when she fell. You didn’t even tell your parents about it. How could you? To you, it felt like it was all your fault.

“Are you feeling okay?” Peter asked soothingly, his hand rubbing up and down your back slowly. You let out a shaky breath and nodded.

“I’ll be okay, I promise,” you assured him. You pulled back a little but the second that Peter saw the tears brimming your eyes he pulled you straight back towards him. You laughed humorlessly, a short sob breaking through it, “I’m sorry I was trying not too.”

“Never apologize to me because you have feelings,” Peter shushed you before pressing another tender kiss to your temple, “It’ll be okay. I promise everything is okay. Do you want me to go get something to eat?”

You shook your head, “No I’m okay. I think I might just go to bed.”

Peter nodded before slowly releasing you, “Okay. I can come back in the morning. You can call me if you need me and I’ll be here as quickly as possible.”

“Actually,” you said slowly, holding tightly onto Peter’s wrist. He looked down at you but your eyes never left the floor, “I was hoping that you’d stay in here with me tonight? I don’t think I’ll be able to sleep otherwise.”

Peter stammered for a moment, unable to answer. So insecurity began to rise, causing you to speak once more, “I mean you don’t have to. I can see if MJ c-”

“No,” Peter said quickly, causing a small smile to rise on your lips, “I’ll stay. I’ll need to swing by my room to get a pillow though if that’s okay?”

“Or you could stay in the bed?”

“Th-” Peter’s voice broke out significantly higher than usually, but after clearing his throat he sounded normal again, “That would work too.”

You smiled at him, “I’m going to change. I’ll be right back.”

Peter watched you walk towards the bathroom with a look of pure surprise. He was going to share a bed with you. He was going to sleep in the same bed as a girl he has always believed was incredibly attractive. Peter looked around awkwardly, not knowing exactly what to do. Should he change? Should he just wear jeans to bed? What side would she want?

“You wearing that?” he heard from behind him. When he turned he saw you standing there in shorts and a shirt he recognized as his own.

“When did you take that?” Peter laughed, pointing towards the shirt.

“Two years ago, you were staying with Ned one night. My parents were fighting really bad, so I went to see Aunt May,” you explained, nearing Peter, “I ended up staying the night with her. She let me borrow some of your clothes. I think she knew that I liked you. But I ended up stealing this shirt.”

“You liked me?”

“If I were being honest,” you spoke slowly as you came to a stop in front of him, keeping eye contact the entire time, “I still do.”

“You do?” Peter asked with a giddy smile, his eyes roaming your body for a short moment. You nodded, redirecting your attention to the floor. Peter grinned before reaching forward and grabbing hold of your hand and pulling you closer to him, “Well that’s a relief. I thought it was one sided.”

You looked up at him shyly, “It definitely isn’t.”

“Thank God,” he whispered, his eyes flickering down to your lips a few times before bending down and pressing his lips against yours tightly.

His hand left yours, instead wrapping itself around your back and pulling you closer into him. You could feel his smile against your lips and he felt yours too. Your hands trailed up the sides of his arms into his hair, tugging gently on the roots. You wanted more. Right now every single nerve in your body was shooting distress signals all at once. Chill bumps shot to attention under the feeling of his skin against yours. Hair stood on its ends. Every bit of your body was shooting with electricity and the more his body is pressed against yours, the more friction grows and the needier you become. There was something about him, about the way his lips were so soft yet so demanding against yours that made you wonder how they would feel against other sections of your body. Against every section of your body.

“Peter,” you mumbled against his lips. Immediately he detached himself, looking down at you with worry. You could see the way he looked at you, wondering if he had overstepped or if he had messed up. But you just smiled, “I want to try something else if you’re okay with that?”

Peter’s eyebrows furrowed, “What do you-” but before he could continue his question, you took hold of his hands and guided them to the hem of your shirt, gesturing to him to remove it. He looked into your eyes, “Are you sure?”

“Most definitely.”

Peter hesitantly lifted the shirt off your body, his eyes never leaving yours in case there was any spark of uncertainty. But it never showed. Peter dropped the shirt onto the floor beside you, finally taking a moment to admire your body. His lips stayed parted as he stood there and took in the sight of your body. He took his time in memorizing each and every curve, dimple, and stretch mark. Every beautiful aspect of your body became another bullet to add to the list of things that he loves about you.

“Peter?” you asked worriedly, insecurity suddenly invading your mind. You instinctively raised your arms to cover yourself but Peter’s hand shot out and held them, stopping you from hiding yourself.

“Don’t,” he said sternly, his eyes finally meeting yours once more, “You’re beautiful. You’re absolutely stunning, Y/N. I just wanted a moment to memorize it.” Your face turned bright red at his words. You didn’t believe you were those things, but Peter said it with such certainty that it must have been. So you once again uncovered yourself, allowing him a moment to see you. Peter smiled down at you, “Actually, I’m finished for now.”

His hands once again roamed your body. Bumps formed and followed after his moving hands, spreading tingles across your bare body. His lips were pressed against yours, both moving at a slow pace. But then they trailed away, down your cheek and across your jawline. Kisses were lightly peppered down your neck, causing your head to lull to the side with pleasure. As your head began to dip backwards, his hands trailed up your arms and into your hair, tugging it down to expose more of your flesh to him. His kisses went slower, almost agonizingly so, causing little moans to rumble out your throat.

“God,” Peter growled against your neck. You could feel his teeth scraping against your sensitive skin, “Get prepared to do that all night.”

Your eyes widened at his words, not expecting him to say something like that. It wasn’t like you were going to complain either. Honestly, you liked it. A lot. But you didn’t have much time to think about it because Peter ended up lifting you up onto his hips and turning your back to the bed and laying you down. You watched in awe as Peter straightened back up for just enough time to yank off his shirt before lowering his body against yours. His hands immediately found the underside of your knee, yanking it up against his side as he kissed your lips. He grinded against you slowly, causing you to desperately grasp onto his hair.

“Y/N,” Peter breathed out against your lips, you pulled back and looked at him, “Babygirl, I want you on top.” You felt your heart begin to beat faster at his words, especially the nickname. You were pretty sure that he could easily talk you into homicide by calling you that. You nodded unsurely at him, “Don’t worry. If you ever get uncomfortable we can always stop or switch back. Don’t be shy to tell me, okay?”

You nodded at him, a bigger blush coming onto your face as he lifted you onto his hips with ease. Peter didn’t stop for a moment. The second that you were set back down, he kept himself propped up enough with the hotel pillows to take hold of your cheek and guide your lips towards his. He used his free hand rest on your hip, using slow motions to instruct you to grind against him. There was something about his total change in character that had you completely smitten to him. One second Peter was sweet, innocent, and cute… and now he was causing sensations throughout your body that not even you knew were possible.

Peter’s hand on your hip eventually began to leave its spot. You could feet the ghost of his fingertips nearing your bra straps. A swarm of chills erupted on the middle of your back when his fingers finally were placed. At first you thought that he was just going to undo the straps, but instead he pulled his lips away from yours, “Can I?” he asked you seriously, looking into your eye for any doubt or discomfort.

“Please,” you said in a small voice, causing a dirty smirk to grace his lips. You felt your stomach spinning at the way Peter, who is always so sweet and innocent, just looked at you with so much lust it almost felt pornographic on its own. Your legs slightly squeezed together at the feeling, alerting Peter of his effect on you. His smirk only grew at the realization.

“Please what?” he asked you teasingly, his eyes flicking down to your lips.

“I don’t know,” you whined loudly, squirming uncomfortably on his lap, “Please just do something.”

Seeming satisfied with your answer, Peter unclipped your bra with ease and threw it across the room. Then, in one quick movement, Peter had you pressed against the mattress with his lips assaulting your neck. Your mouth shot open into an ‘o’ position, lusty whines filling the air. Peter greedily massaged your breasts with one hand while the other stayed clenching onto the mattress as if he was struggling to keep himself from losing control. Your hands tugged on his hair harshly, unable to stop your body from shaking underneath his touch. Feeling the way his hips were rocking against yours and feeling the pressure of his bulge slowly pressing itself against your sensitive core, they were driving you absolutely nuts.

“I need more,” you pleaded with him, your nails digging into the flesh of his shoulders, “Please I can’t take anymore.”

Peter shushed you, “Be patient with me, babygirl.”

Your breathing quickened at the name. You wanted to hear it again. You wanted to hear him call you that while pressing himself into you. The last thing you wanted to be was patient, and you weren’t going to just sit there and be obedient when you knew what you wanted.

“I don’t want to be patient,” you sassed out sternly, looking up at him with pouted lips. Peter watched you with an amused grin.

“It’s funny how you think you’re in charge,” Peter whispered darkly against your ear, “Now be a good girl and be patient. You know, or we can just go to bed?”

“No please,” you jumped, “Don’t stop. I’ll be good. I promise.”

Peter nodded with a satisfied grin but didn't say anything else. Instead he lowers his body onto yours once more, his lips hungrily catching yours. You didn’t waste a single second in kissing him back, letting every emotion you were feeling seep into him with every desperate embrace. Peter’s fingers crept underneath the waistband of your shorts and underwear, slowly sliding them down your thighs until you were able to kick them off onto the floor. You thought that he would go to undo his own pants, but instead you felt the pad of his thumb press against your heat. Instantly you pressed your arms against his shoulders, causing Peter to retract his hand quickly and look at you with worry.

“I’m... I’m sorry,” you forced out, trying your best to level your breathing, “I don’t think… I mean, I do-”

“Hey, it’s okay,” Peter comforted you, “You’re not ready for that part. It’s okay. Just tell me what you are comfortable with, tell me what it is you want to happen. Or if you want us to stop, we can stop right now. I’ll go buy some dinner and we can watch Netflix.”

“I don’t want to stop,” you assured him, “I want you to do something else…”

Peter nodded, “We can do that…”

“Did you bring… you know?”

Peter’s eyes shot open for a moment. He totally forgot. The two of you looked at each other for a moment, completely unsure of how to go from here. It took a moment but then Peter’s head shot up, “I know where I can get one though.”

You immediately knew what he was talking about, causing a groan to escape your lips, “Flash.”

“I don’t care if the whole world knows what we’re about to do,” Peter told you with a smile, “But I don’t know how you feel about it. I can get one from him, but there is no guarantee he will keep it to himself.”

For a moment you thought about this, about what each decision would cost. Getting protection from Flash would mean everyone knowing that you and Peter had sex, or at least planned to. Not getting the protection meant that the two of you stayed off the radar for a while. It also meant no sex right now.

Honestly, you didn’t mind everyone knowing. At least this way it meant that everyone knew Peter was taken from now on.

“You want to ask him or me?”

Peter looked at you with surprise, “Really? You don’t mind everyone knowing?”

“I’d rather people knew that you were taken.”

“Okay. You,” he said before wetting his bottom lip, “Don’t move an inch. I’ll be right back.”

You watched as Peter stumbled out of the room as quickly as possible. His hair was disheveled and he was not wearing a shirt, plus his back was already littered in an array of scratches. Not enough though, you were planning on adding a lot more.

Peter stumbled through the halls until he reached the room that Flash was staying in. He tried to knock on the door at a normal volume and pace, but something about the fact that in his room there was a very attractive and very naked girl waiting in the bed for him kind of made it a little harder and faster than he had intended. So when Flash opened the door, he looked at Peter in alarm.

“What do you want?” Flash asked Peter with an annoyed sigh.

Peter didn’t have time to argue with Flash, so he spoke as clearly as he can, “Flash, I will give you ten dollars for a condom right now. You can mock and ask questions or whatever all day tomorrow but right now I need you to just hand me it and let me go.”

Flash stared at Peter for a moment before bursting out laughing, “Oh my god. What poor desperate chick did you convince to sleep with you?”

“I will tell you if you give me a condom, I promise I answer just about any question you have if you hand me the condom.”

Flash laughed and fished two condoms out of his pocket before slapping them into Peter’s palm, “Alright now spill.”

“Can’t talk now,” Peter said before turning around and rushing back to the room, “Thanks!”

Flash watched in awe as Peter ran into your room, realization hitting him immediately.

“Damn Parker,” Flash muttered as he closed the door, “First time I’ll admit I’m jealous of the dude.”

You watched as Peter ran into the room with two sealed packets in his hands. Without missing a beat, Peter ripped off his jeans and underwear before sliding the condom onto himself. You watched him with your bottom lip pulled between your teeth. Peter finished and walked over to you, taking hold of your feet and pulling you towards him. You yelped in surprise but it was quickly stifled by Peter’s mouth once again entrapping yours. One of his hands desperately ran through your hair, curling it into his fist and pulling you down against the bed slowly. His body followed yours until your back was completely laid against the mattress. When you were laid down fully, Peter used his free hand to cradle your ass and push you further up on the bed. Once he made enough room on the bed for him to join you, he coaxed your legs to open wide enough to shape against his body. When he was satisfied with the distance, he climbed onto the bed above you, breaking the kiss momentarily.

“Before I do this,” Peter said seriously, “I want to make sure that this is what you want.”

“It is, Peter,” you said again, “I promise you I want this.”

Peter nodded, “If it hurts or you feel like you want to stop, please tell me.”

“I promise I will,” you assured him, leaning forward to press a kiss against Peter’s lips.

Peter nodded, continuing with his actions. He kept his eyes on your face as he slowly entered you. He watched as your eyes screwed shut, how your lips parted and became almost instantly dry. He listened to the little sounds that escaped your lips, the high pitched breathy moans that fought their way out past your lips. He felt the way your back arched at the immense pleasure taking over your body. And he was falling in love with it all.

“More,” you whimpered out to him. Peter responded immediately, slowly thrusting in and out of you. He held on tightly to the headboard of the bed, watching your facial expressions morph into unadulterated euphoria with each thrust. Peter’s control over his body was slowly fading away. He didn’t know how much longer he was going to be able to keep himself at this pace, but he didn’t want to be too rough with you. Peter kept himself on a steady rhythm, doing his best to keep himself from hurting her. But when her eyes opened and rolled back into her skull, Peter lost it for just a second. He thrusted a bit harder than he meant to which caused you to clench yourself around him in a mixture of pain and pleasure. Peter wanted to apologize but the second he resumed his normal pace, you lustfully grabbed at Peter, trying to pull him into you.

“Faster,” you cried out, “Please. Stop holding back.”

Peter wanted to argue with you, but he heard the way you begged him. You were one hundred percent serious. So Peter did as you asked and eased his way towards a faster pace. You were a moaning mess underneath the boy, unable to control any of your body as it convulsed with pleasure. You had never felt something like this before.

“I want on top,” you panted to him. Peter didn’t argue for a second before flipping the two of you around. You eased yourself down onto him, a strangled moan forcing itself out of your mouth. Peter watched you once more as you began slowly rocking your hips, taking control of the pace. At first you were slow, almost unsure, but as you grew used to the sensation it became a lot faster.

“God you look so hot right now, babygirl.”

At his words you felt your orgasm coming near. Feeling the knot forming in your stomach caused you to release a loud moan, “Please keep calling me that.”

Peter smirked at your request, “You like that, babygirl?”

You couldn’t reply, the feeling taking over your body was too strong. Peter felt himself nearing as well, so he wrapped his arm around your waist and lifted you up slightly, “Tell me how you like this then, babygirl.”

Without leaving anytime for you to wonder what was going to happen, Peter began to quickly thrust himself into you. The feeling hit you all at once, causing you to scream out in pleasure. Peter listened to the sound of you coming undone in his arms, feeling himself getting closer to the edge.

“Cum for me, babygirl,” Peter instructed you, not lessening his pace even for a moment. You nodded, feeling the knot inside of you begging to burst. Peter thrusted a single giant thrust, succeeding in sending you both over the edge. Peter held you tightly, helping you ride out your highs together. You moaned out incoherent words and sentences, but the one thing that he could understand was that you were screaming out Peter’s name. If Flash hadn’t told everyone already, then they definitely knew now. Once your moans turned into just heavy breathing, Peter slowly lifted you off of his lap and laid you gently on the bed beside him. Seeing as it was your first time there was a bit of blood that had seeped into the sheets. You looked up at Peter sheepishly.

“I’m sorry,” you whispered, “We can go get different sheets?”

“It’ll be okay for tonight,” Peter assured you, leaning over and pressing a tender kiss to your forehead. He got off of the bed for a moment to clean himself up before coming over to the side of the bed you were laying across, “I know you’re probably hurting right now. So how about I run you a hot bath? I can either help you bathe or I can wait out here. It’s up to you.”

You smiled sheepishly, “We could both use a bath, don’t you think?”

Peter laughed and nodded, “Alright. I’ll start the bath. Do not move an inch.”

You rolled over onto your side, watching as Peter walked into the bathroom. You never thought much into what your first time would be like. But if you had, it would be this. Everything about what just happened was perfect. And you wanted to do it again.

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hopelesshawks · 3 years

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Official Accounts Part 30- Your Own Words

Summary: (y/n) was perfectly happy remaining anonymous, even if her best friends were all pro heroes and she worked under THE Hawks. Handling the technical aspects of hero work from the background suited her just fine, thank you very much. That goes out the window when suddenly her twitter blows up thanks Denki and the famed no. 2 hero is asking her to run his own official twitter as a result

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He shouldn’t have stormed off. Hawks knows he shouldn’t have stormed off and when you walked past the living room to go to your bedroom he shouldn’t have pretended to be asleep already like a coward. But he didn’t know what else to do. He had based his entire career on Endeavor and the HPSC. He had long ago accepted the HPSC were not the bastion of morality he thought they were as a kid, but Endeavor? That was his hero. If what you said was true then the entire foundation he’d built his career on is rotten to the absolute core. The commission had to have known as well, which would make them complicit in the abuse of at least two children. Three, he supposed, if he counted himself.

He wants so badly to deny it all. It would be so easy to simply write you off as a liar but you were right. He knows you well enough now to know it wasn’t a lie. You’re not dumb or gullible either. If you believe Dabi it’s likely for good reason. He hates to admit it but you were right that it makes a lot of sense. It explains why the commission didn’t initially tell him what Endeavor’s “family issues” were when he first started working overtime to cover for the number one hero. It explains why they were so eager to make sure word didn’t get out that Dabi was Endeavor’s son that they restricted the task force to just him, Mirko, and Endeavor himself. Plus, it’s no secret Endeavor hated always being second best to All Might. It all makes sense. Yet, instead of coming to this conclusion with you outside, where you could’ve been a source of comfort, he had stormed out like a child. “You hurt her again,” his brain unhelpfully supplies. Sometimes he really hates his brain.

He sits up, the springs of the pull out couch creaking with the effort, and rubs his hands over his face. He shakily reaches for his phone and clicks over to his contacts, scrolling until he finds Endeavor’s name on the list.

It’s late...

Endeavor probably won’t answer...

He calls anyway.

As the phone rings he’s not sure if he’d rather it be answered or sent to voicemail. This is a monumentally terrible idea. He’s high and hurt and overall in the wrong mindset to hear the answer but he needs to know. Just as he’s about to give up Endeavor answers. “What is it Hawks?” the man asks gruffly.

For a moment Hawks can’t answer. He didn’t expect to get this far after all. “Hello? Hawks? Are you in danger or-“ “Is it true?” Hawks finally manages to ask, his voice almost lethally quiet.

“Is what true?”

“Is it true what you did to Shoto and Dabi?”

The silence after the question is deafening and Hawks thinks he can hear the sound of his own heart breaking.

“I’m trying to atone,” is all Endeavor says.

Hawks hangs up.

He drops his hand to his lap and stares at his phone as he feels tears start to slide down his face. He wants to sob. Can feel it climbing through his lungs and up his throat. He wants to sob so badly, in fact, that it takes him a minute to realize the sobbing he hears isn’t coming from him.

His eyes snap up to your doorway at the realization. Without thinking he’s up and racing into your bedroom where he finds you still asleep and yet sobbing out apologies to your mother and, most heartbreakingly of all, to him. “(Y/n)? (Y/n)! Come on little dove, wake up,” he encourages as he attempts to shake you awake. Still your nightmare clings to you so he shakes you a little harder. “C’mon little dove come back to me. Wake up, you have to wake up! I’m sorry. I’m so sorry,” he pleads until finally, finally your eyes flutter open. “Keigo?” “Oh thank god,” Keigo sighs as he sits back to give you space. “You had a nightmare,” he explains. “Oh. I’m sorry I didn’t mean to wake you,” you apologize but he shakes his head. “You didn’t I was never asleep.” “Oh.”

For the first time the silence between the two of you is awkward. Hawks knows it’s all his fault so he gathers himself briefly, takes in a big deep breath, and then he does something he’s never done before. Keigo opens his arms wide for you and quietly says “I know you probably want nothing to do with me right now and if that’s the case I’ll drop it but we’re friends now (y/n). And in my friend group when one of us is upset we cuddle.”

How strange to hear your own words parroted back to you. It takes a moment to truly process what Keigo’s said, but just as he’s starting to doubt himself you launch yourself into his arms and clutch him tightly. He returns the embrace and carefully lays the two of you down. He’s about to use his feathers to cover the both of you once more with your blanket but for some reason he hears the voice of one of his HPSC caretakers growing up, ringing in his ear: “Keep it up Hawks! At this rate you’ll be just like Endeavor!”

Hawks pushes down nausea as he uses one hand to pull the blankets back around the two of you. “Do you want to talk about it?” he asks gently. You nod into his neck although you don’t start talking immediately. He doesn’t rush you though, just holds you close as you gather your thoughts. “I keep watching you and my mother die,” you rasp out, “and there’s never anything I can do to stop it.” “You feel helpless,” Keigo says. It’s not a question. He remembers the feeling well from his few memories before becoming a ward of the state. “You can fix that you know,” he offers quietly. “How?” “Get your provisional license.”

You scoff at the proposition but that doesn’t discourage Keigo. “I’m serious. I’m not saying become a pro hero. You don’t even have to get your full license. But with a provisional one you’d be allowed to use your quirk in emergencies. You wouldn’t be helpless if something happened,” he tells you gently. “I’ll think about it,” you reply, and are surprised to find you actually mean it. “You want to talk about what I said on the balcony?” you ask him. Keigo winces. “I shouldn’t have stormed off on you. I’m sorry,” he sighs. “I don’t care about that, I figured it’d be hard to hear. How’re you holding up?”

There’s a long pause as he considers what to say. “I’m fine,” he finally settles on. “Bullshit. You’ve been crying,” you accuse. “No I haven’t.” “Your eyes are red.” “We were smoking earlier.” “Your face is puffy.” He doesn’t have an argument for that one. “I called Endeavor,” he finally admits with a sigh. “And?” “And he didn’t deny it.” “I’m sorry.” “It’s not your fault.” “Still. I’m sorry.” “Aren’t I supposed to be comforting you here?” You shrug in response. “How about we just comfort each other?” you offer. “I’d like that,” Keigo sighs again, this time in relief.

Tonight had been a bit of a rollercoaster to say the least, but neither you nor Keigo had the heart to regret it. For the first time since you two had started growing closer, there are no walls left between the two of you. No heavy secrets or suspicions left. So the two of you hold each other close, long into the remaining night, until the sounds of each other breathing lulls you both to sleep.

Author’s Note: I started writing this part immediately after I finished Part 29. I just couldn’t leave Hawks and (y/n) that way for long. I’m just as relieved as y’all that finally they’ve cleared the air and the quiet emotional moments they have together are honestly my favorites.

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cas-backwards-tie · 4 years

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Butterflies

Five Hargreeves x Reader

Request: could you do “you make me feel things, things i don’t know how to describe.” for five please?

Words: 1,240

Warnings: Cursing. Little bit of angst.

A/N: Decided to just go ahead and make this its own post. Hope you enjoy!

“Five, what was that back there?” you demand, following him up the steps of Elliot’s place, trying not to be too loud, while simultaneously not holding back on Five. “You’ve been acting strange all week. What’s got your buns in a twist? The apocalypse? You weren’t this uptight last go-around, so obviously there’s something more,” you think aloud. Suddenly you realize something which shifts your demeanor. Calming yourself down, you decide not to be too hard on him. Five’s angered expression doesn’t fade as he stares at you, curiosity ebbing into his features. “This… is because of your dad, isn’t it? Seeing him again? When you thought you’d never have to,” you think aloud, a soft look upon your face. It kills him inside, it really does. The sheer empathy he can plainly see on your face, the way you wear your heart on your sleeve without a damn to whoever sees it. The corners of your eyebrows turn downward and your lips purse in a way that has his stomach feeling queasy. No… not queasy, but something like that. “Five- I-”

“It’s not that. I couldn’t care less about that waste of a man.” He dismisses your thoughts with the wave of a hand, Five unable to tear his eyes away from you.

“Then what is it?” You ask, placing a hand on his shoulder and gesturing for him to sit, which he does only because it’s been a long night and he’s had enough of everyone’s antics. Watching the boy take a seat, you notice how large the bags underneath his eyes have gotten, how glazed over his eyes are, how silent he’s been. Maybe he’s just tired, you think to yourself. He really does look worse for wear. “I’ll be right back, just… stay here. There’s something I think you need,” you request. Five contemplates disobeying you. He’s a rule-breaker, always has been, always will be. You should know that. Only he gets to decide his fate. However, he doesn’t feel like breaking your request for some reason, so he patiently sits and waits on the couch. Staring at your figure in the kitchen, he admires the dress you’re wearing and recounts tonight’s events. Part of him wishes he could’ve spent more time at the Mexican consulate with you. Perhaps it’s cheesy but a dance might’ve been nice, the normalcy would’ve been welcomed… though it’s a comfort not afforded in his life, and now, neither in yours. Five can hope that one day that’ll change. He can hope that one day there’ll be a moment where he’ll be allowed to offer you a dance, just for the sake of the dance, no looking out for enemies or waiting for a target to arrive. No ulterior motive other than spending time with you. Lost in thought, Five blinks a few times when you return, your voice being the beacon which brings him back to reality.

“It’s chamomile tea. I know that you’re not a tea drinker, and, admittedly, it’s not my favorite either… but you need some sleep, we both do, and this will help,” you speak softly. Your hand rests on his shoulder as you stand by him for a moment before plopping yourself down onto the couch beside him. “The world will be okay for a few hours while you rest. We’re no good if we’re beat by the time it’s actually time to fight,” you joke, which elicits a chuckle from him.

Rubbing his eyes, Five determinedly chugs the tea, surprised by the refreshing and soothing tempered taste of the liquid as it runs down his throat. Maybe it’s because you made it for him, but for once in his life, he actually enjoys the tea. It isn’t too bitter or bland; it’s just right. You lean back against the cushions, the nonstop intensity of the impending apocalypse setting more stress on your body than you even realize. You both assume it’s tiredness. These past two weeks have been a continuous stress-show and the weight of the world is literally on your shoulders. With these thoughts in mind, you can’t help but spare a glance at Five, head lulling to the side as you admire him.

“This doesn’t mean I’m quitting coffee,” he comments, eyes shifting to make eye-contact as his head remains still. Almost as if he’d sensed your staring. Maybe he had. A sleepy smile graces your lips and your chest rises with the deep inhale you take.

“I know,” you respond quietly, your eyes breaking the contact for a moment as they fall to his hand resting by his side on the couch. Five watches this and wonders what’s going through your head this very moment. Next, you’re reaching out for his hand, placing yours delicately on top of his, your eyes raising to meet his again. Crap. His heart speeds up, and he suddenly feels that previous feeling returning to his stomach again. It’s uncomfortable for him. No one’s ever made him feel this way. Suddenly Five can’t stand your eye-contact and looks away. He can’t bear to move his hand away from yours, but the way you look at him is just… too much. Five can’t be sure why, he can’t understand why you look at him like he’s this innocent, normal, hell, even nice guy sometimes. Yet, you always treat him as such. Granted, you do get mad and lose your shit on him at times, yes, but that’s the exception. Just as he’s about to zone out again, your voice brings him back. “Five?” Once he’s looking at you, his attention back on you, you speak. “What is it? What’s going on?” It could be the gentle and soft tone of your voice, perhaps, or maybe it’s the way you sound like you’re begging, but Five contemplates talking. “Please. You know you can talk to me. About anything, it doesn’t matter what it is, Five. We’ll handle it.” There it is. The determinant; an empathic smile upon your lips, the reassuring gentle squeeze of your hand. It persuades him, breaks him.

Tearing his gaze away from yours, the boy places his teacup down with the saucer on the coffee table in front of you both. He swallows his fear and decides for once to just voice his thoughts, to let himself talk without thinking like his family so often does. “I don’t- I don’t know, okay?” With a swift turn of his head, your eyes meet once again and he’s slid his hand out from under yours. Gesticulating, he continues, “There’s just something- recently- and it’s changed, and I can’t pinpoint why. I’ve spent hours thinking about it- granted that’s more time than I can afford right now- but you- you make me feel things, things I don’t know how to describe. And it’s bothering me, all right?” He lets out a relieved sigh, letting his body slump against the cushions as sleepiness ebbs into his body. “That’s all. That’s why I’ve been more… ’uptight’ as you put it,” he mentions, giving you a side-eye that he really doesn’t mean. This is new information to you, and as the two of you sit there in silence, Five suddenly remembers the term he’d once heard someone use for the feeling in his stomach: butterflies. Of course, he doesn’t know what this means or why he only feels them around you, but it’s something he’s been slowly growing used to.

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